A few things have happened recently that may surprise people – certainly those who know me well. The first is that I willingly went and donated blood – AND signed up to do it again. It’s not needles that I have a hard time with, after all I am a Registered Veterinary Technician. Its just having a needle placed in the middle of my arm that has always made me very woozy. I nearly fainted as a small child. Every time I would end up at the hospital and an I.V drip was needed panic would ensue. Giving a small sample of blood for medical tests would require me in a full recumbent position. It’s only within the past year or so that I can sit up fully in the chair, like an adult….
But since I feel that my life has a greater purpose these days I figured it was time to face this fear and donate blood. I’ve heard the commercials and the sad stats one too many times about the lack of blood donors. It had been weighing on my mind for years. Setting up the appointment was painless. And to my surprise, so was the actual procedure. The part that hurt the worst was the prick on the finger to get your blood type. (I happen to be O Negative) The nurses were all friendly and if saving a life wasn’t incentive enough, I got cookies and juice after.
I’ve been feeling on a roll lately. I’ve been accomplishing more things I didn’t think I ever would. So when a friend approached me with the idea of using each other as motivation to take our health a step further, I was all ears. So I agreed to my friend’s proposition. I actually did it. I did the thing I thought I never would. I got a gym membership. Truth is, I want to lift heavier weights. I’ve mentioned in a previous post about my personal goals for this year. As awesome as my little home gym set up is, I need to up my game.
I’ve dabbled in gyms in the past. This isn’t my first rodeo. But something felt different this time. I think it’s my sense of purpose. I have such a specific mind set that my actions just mean more these days. But working out in public is very new to me. I am by no means a rookie when it comes to fitness, but to a leg press machine and the squat rack, I might as well be starting preschool all over again. I am a lot more nervous than I thought I would be. I completely understand why people are intimidated and find reasons not to go, or put it off.
But that’s no excuse for me and it’s not an excuse for you.
I was only slightly mortified when a trainer approached me and suggested I fix my range of motion on a tricep press machine. But I would rather do the exercise right and get the most out of it than save my precious ego. Truth is, I’m still learning. And I’m glad I am. I never want to stop getting out of my comfort zone and trying new things. Especially when those things will elevate me to reach my goals and in this particular case, help to motivate a friend who is looking for her own change and renewal. Thank you Charlotte for helping to get me moving in the direction I have been facing for a while. I hope I can do the same for you!