A Lot Can Happen In 117 Days

Finding what your interest is and sticking with it, sticking to what you're good at is being in your comfort zone and a lot of familiarity surrounds it. What about if you try something and you don't know whether you will succeed or fail?

Unless you stop trying, you haven't exactly failed.

I was scared of falling, scared of failing and the uncertainty with my own body held me captive. There was an immense fear of me trying to hold myself together, too scared to move. I wanted to hold on to someone's hand and not let it go... So scared of failure, I stopped trying. Enough was enough and this year, I have thrown caution to the wind and given things ago. This doesn't mean I don't have bad days still, because I still panic about how far I can go, rather than celebrating and embracing how far I've come.

I wanted to break FREE, for the first time and this time I know it's for real. I've fallen in love with JIM (The gym).

I could have fallen off the treadmill (which I did on my first day at the gym *FACEPALM*) and I had the choice to get back on that treadmill or to NOT get back on that treadmill...

Fast forward 117 days and I am on the treadmill and have been since the day I fell off of it, I love Rowan (The Rower) (Rowin'?) (Get it?). There are still machines that I avoid like the plague such as: the elliptical and the inner and outer thigh machine) but if they are the only machines I don't like, well, so be it.

I'm walking with a lot more confidence and letting go of people's hands, before I was hanging on for dear life !!

The water aerobics aspect hasn't been for me as it isn't hard enough so I am concentrating on the gym. I am trying new things, including boxing. The boxing beats a lot of frustration out of me and it's a new found interest.

It shows that the gym works. Being able to feel muscles in my legs, where as before, my legs were very weak.

This is how far I've come... This isn't bragging rights, this is truth.

I am going further in distance with the rower and able to pull the rower, I barely had the strength prior and I'm on it for about 20 minutes before moving on to the next piece of equipment which is usually the treadmill.
The treadmill was at about 2.6 kilometres (The feel of it moving frightened me to begin with and now it has slowly gone up to nearly five kilometres with more progression to come.)
Having very weak legs, I started off at eight kilos on the leg press. Some days my legs would be so wobbly afterwards that if I could have crawled out of the gym, I would have done. I now have muscles in my legs and definite tone which has helped me to climb Cockburn Stairs, Jacob's Ladder, being PT'd and so many other things this year alone... I'm pleased to say that I have finally reached my body weight with the leg pressing!!!

PROUD PROUD PROUD.