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I am caught in a dilemma. Last year the shiny new Health and Wellness Center (H&WC) at work brought on a part-time dietician, and a bunch of folks (myself included) have been seeing to eat healthier. This year, they are piloting fitness classes for us. They have a personal trainer coming in to do 30-minute workouts from 4:30 PM – 5:00 PM on Mondays and Wednesdays.
On one hand, it’s a great benefit, totally free for us. We don’t need to join a gym or even come in early/stay late. On the other hand, group classes with 15 – 20 other people is not so appealing. Not when a lot of the people I work with work out pretty regularly and/or train for marathon running. That’s not me. And while Laurie (our on-site nurse and H&WC wrangler) assures me that Andre tailors workouts to individuals, I’m just not sure.
I’m not sure about my ability to keep up and not look like a fool.
If I was a purely logical being, health would trump possible emotional discomfort, or at least it could be rationalized as short-term pain for long-term gain. However, I’m not that being. In fact, I’m about dead center in the Thinking/Feeling axis of the Myers-Briggs test.
The logical!Barb is going, “At least give it a try for one session. You can stand in the back row so people aren’t looking at you. If it’s too hideous, you don’t have to go back.” The Barb-of-the-Heart is flailing and gibbering and going, “No. No. No. No. NO!”
The first class is next Wednesday, so I suppose I have about a week of wrestling with the idea to deal with between now and then.
On one hand, it’s a great benefit, totally free for us. We don’t need to join a gym or even come in early/stay late. On the other hand, group classes with 15 – 20 other people is not so appealing. Not when a lot of the people I work with work out pretty regularly and/or train for marathon running. That’s not me. And while Laurie (our on-site nurse and H&WC wrangler) assures me that Andre tailors workouts to individuals, I’m just not sure.
I’m not sure about my ability to keep up and not look like a fool.
If I was a purely logical being, health would trump possible emotional discomfort, or at least it could be rationalized as short-term pain for long-term gain. However, I’m not that being. In fact, I’m about dead center in the Thinking/Feeling axis of the Myers-Briggs test.
The logical!Barb is going, “At least give it a try for one session. You can stand in the back row so people aren’t looking at you. If it’s too hideous, you don’t have to go back.” The Barb-of-the-Heart is flailing and gibbering and going, “No. No. No. No. NO!”
The first class is next Wednesday, so I suppose I have about a week of wrestling with the idea to deal with between now and then.