The Patty project

He’s been enjoying the gym on his own for months now while I’ve been sitting at home building courage.

Yesterday I decided that Friday nights will now be spent at the gym and this evening was our first time here together.

He knows me well enough so it didn’t surprise (or offend) me when he disclosed he’d already been and done a quick workout straight after work.

My trainer sent me an exercise plan yesterday so today I needed him as my (anxiety) buffer to help me find my way around the gym and in particular to locate which machines I’d be using and how.

We did well; I did well.

I didn’t really doubt that I wouldn’t but having him by my side definitely helped me and made it a lot easier.

I didn’t think I’d break a sweat but I actually did and I even let out a loud groan whilst working my arms and shoulders on one of the machines; I felt as though I needed to release something as a coping mechanism and my voice and breathing was all I had (I won’t tell you how heavy the weights were that I was lifting).

I hope I’m able to get out of bed to come back again tomorrow.