I've felt suspiciously like crap today. The feeling of dread and "ugh" began to descend upon me at about 10 this morning. At that point I promptly stopped working in favor of other activities - like looking at shiny things and taking frequent outside-for-air breaks. I felt like at any moment I was going to keel over and fall asleep on my knees. Feeling better now, but I can't shake the feeling of "Arkgh!" in my esophogus.
I spent several hours over the weekend searching the internet for a gym or health club. What I really wanted was someplace where I could take yoga and pilates classes without having too many dilletantes in there taking up space and staring at me.
I narrowed my choices down to the new Y built down in the Tobacco Warehouse District downtown which offers mat classes and a full-fledged pilates studio near the mall.
I left work early yesterday afternoon with the intentions of scoping out both locations. Scott works near the Y, so I figured I'd make that stop last on my way home to say "Hi." Well, I didn't make it to the Y. I was so impressed with the atmosphere of the pilates studio that I went ahead and dropped the bucks on a block of mat classes.
The studio is a little under two years old and has modern decor and a quiet atmosphere. I took a mat class yesterday not knowing how many people would show up. You see, one of my biggest personality problems is that I don't like doing things by myself. That comes from spending at least part of my life having best friends that live in close proximity to me. Now my best friend lives in Winston-Salem and all my family is 3 or more hours away.
Up until recently I wouldn't even go to Wal*Mart by myself. I had such severe anxiety that I would be eaten up in the crowds. I had the same problem in college after I severed ties with people I had been associating with. I didn't even want to go to class for fear that people would look at me.
Let me tell you - answering phones all day and bossing people around gets you over that real damn fast.
But, I digress. I went to a class by myself expecting there to be a group of 8. There were only 2 for my first class (which normally is a $35 service), so I got individual attention for the price of a group class...but, I went. I didn't punk out.
Small victories, folks. Next thing you know I'll be willing to go to the movies during weekends!
Posted by Tiffany at November 1, 2005 05:28 PM | TrackBack