I handed a token to the fitness instructor and proceeded to walk towards the back corner of the room. As I looked up, I could see buff males pumping iron while peering over the railing to get a glimpse of the amphitheatre-like group fitness studio.
"Great," I sighed to myself. "They’re all staring at me because I don’t know what I’m doing."
For the next 55 minutes, I attempted to follow along to the choreographed fitness routine that everyone except me seemed to already know off by heart. Without my glasses on, I struggled to see the instructor and had to rely on those around me for the cue of what came next.
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Feeling embarrassed and lost, I let out an awkward laugh every time I made a mistake or couldn’t keep up.
Each time I looked up at the weights area, I was met with a split second of eye contact from the muscly men who were no doubt laughing at me because they could tell I was out of place.
I was a fool to think I could ever fit in with the fit women who were clearly much better than me at this whole gym thing.
Having dabbled in various sports over the years but only really sticking to dancing, I never considered myself an 'exerciser' or a 'fit' person - especially after gaining 20kg post high school.
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