The weight room of a gym can sometimes intimidate the heck out of a person. You will likely see a person whose body looks far too big for their head and seems to have an immense amount of testosterone running through their blood. You know, the ones that look like they have more bulk in their intense poked out veins than you have in your whole body. There will be a person with Beats headphones, looking cool - way cooler than me- quietly and effortlessly moving through their sets. There will be people who grunt loudly every time they pick up or even look at a weight. You will have to do a double take to make sure they aren't pooping their pants or in need of serious medical attention.
Each of those people used to scare me out of trying to lift weights. I just pictured myself attempting an exercise in front of these amazingly fit people and looking like a weenie. I mean I’d like to think if I dropped a weight on my face that at least one person would be questioning my safety while lifting. This goes to show that most of the intimidation I had to entering the weight room was in my mind as I had a very nasty habit of intensely caring about what people think of me.
Beginning my journey to lifting weights, I needed to know that I could at least lift with proper form before I injured myself. Therefore, knowledge of exercises and my own strength was a great way to get over my fear. Even to this day, I enjoy working out with with someone else to make sure that I have extra eyes on me if I’m doing something incorrectly. When I felt confident in myself and about what I was doing, it became easier to lift weights with or without a gym partner.
Once I had the knowledge and confidence, it was all up to me. I had to learn how to move forward in spite of intimidation and tune out my mental chatter that prevented me from even trying. I had to take the first step and be okay if I failed, even when it was in front of others because at the end of the day, they will be the ones having to do a double take.