Now, I'll be the first to admit that seeing swarms of people at the gym this last week has given me some anxiety. But I don’t understand people who bash the New Year's resolution crowd. I think it’s important to remind myself where I started and how far I’ve come.
The year was 2013, and I was a junior in college. My New Year’s resolutions were about as basic as it gets: stay sober in January and start working out more. Being the alcoholic I was, I lasted about a week, then felt the need to “celebrate.” But I’m grateful the exercise stuck.
So there I was in the Rec, baggy basketball shorts, and a shirt I got for free. Athleisure was not a thing yet. What’s the first thing I do? Start running on the treadmill at about an 8.0 MPH pace for 10 min. Afterward, I moved to the torso rotation machine and cranked out about 100 reps on each side. I did it, workout complete!
I think we all know I didn’t get the six-pack I was working for. But I sure as hell got an endorphin rush and a sense of confidence I hadn’t felt before. This was the beginning of my fitness journey. Like everyone, I had to start somewhere, and New Year's gave me the opportunity.