Back to the Gym?

As background let me explain that the building I work in has a gym that is open to employees really inexpensively. When I started working there in August I thought it would be a great way to break up the day, and as a bonus we were allowed 30 minutes of work time 3 times a week to. Awesome, right? Those were my thoughts exactly.

A couple weeks after I started I brought a bag of gym clothes and meant daily to sign up for the gym. I kept forgetting and putting if off until one day my friend and next door cubicle neighbor invited me to go try out the boot camp-type workout class. I hesitated a little as I hadn't been feeling the best and I had only eaten a little breakfast pretty early that morning (and it was now noon). I rebuked myself for procrastinating once again and decided to go...

It seemed to be going well for a while. The class was pretty intense (even the people who go multiple times a week said it was intense), but I was impressed with myself for how well I was doing. I was only going to stay for 30 or 40 minutes, but as I got into it I just decided to stay... and that my friend was the beginning of the end. About 45 minutes into the class I started to feel a little light headed. I figured I was just over doing it a little on my first day back to the gym, so I went and got a drink. I came back to the floor and starting again but the light headedness got worse, so I sat down. The teacher immediately rebuked me and told me not to sit down - that all of my blood would go to my butt. So I stood up and got another drink. The next thing I know my other friend was telling me I don't look so good and I'm slowly making my way to the floor once again as I tell her I'm not feeling that well. The teacher freaks out as I tell her I'm fine I just feel like I'm going to pass out so I'm going to lie down. I think I almost gave the poor woman a heart attack. I told her I was fine that I probably just hadn't eaten enough today since I had a small breakfast so early this morning, but she was worried. I almost died of embarrassment, but I recovered, changed and made it make to my cubicle.

The teacher came up to check on me and I had to reassure her that I was fine. She said that she wanted me to come back to the class, but she made me promise to get a physical first just to make sure everthing was ok. I agreed to both and although I have been to the doctor for my not-so-yearly physical I have yet to make it back to the gym. Maybe one day... maybe.