A mid-week tease for my upcoming column on working out alone; fear and the intimidation of the gym.
Please check back this weekend for the completed column. In the mean time, here is an excerpt:
Hide In Your Shell
For the past 8 years, alone with my thoughts and with little view to the outside world, I have been able to lift, reach, bend, stretch, peddle, stair-step, and sweat in absolute privacy. I have savored every moment of this because I am not a confident person – at least not when I exercise. In fact, I’m quite shy about it – fearful even.
I have enjoyed the act of exercise – the ritual of my daily action since I was 13-years old. Despite what I have accomplished with my physicality through the years, and the thousands of workouts which have enabled so much in my life, the gym has always been an intimidating place – a place where I have felt uncomfortable, felt heavily scrutinized, and perpetually un-good in the eyes of others. I refer to this as in-gymidation. Having the privilege for nearly a decade, to exercise in private has served me very well.
Please check back this weekend for more. Oh, and there is this from Supertramp’s Roger Hodgson, enjoy…