Since I discovered CrossFit I’ve been loving working out again. I thought it was just about the workout and looked for other CrossFit gyms that were closer to my house, and a little bit less expensive would be a plus.
I found just the place. They had an intro type class, so I signed up.
When I walked into the gym it had a different feeling than the first one I went to. It was smaller, so I wasn’t as intimidated to step inside. And the other people taking the class seemed like my kind of people.
I thought it would be perfect.
The first class went really fast and I didn’t quite get what was going on. We learned four or five new exercises in a short amount of time. Actually, every one else seemed to learn it except for me.
I already learned the lesson about not all teachers being equal in their ability to teach. But somehow I let that gnawing feeling in my stomach slide.
I was new to class, maybe it would just take a while. I’d get it eventually.
Two more classes came and went and I was more frustrated each time. I knew it wasn’t all me.
Maybe I have high standards when it comes to teachers. Maybe this was a gym better suited to quick learners or people who already knew what they were doing. Me, I go for mastery. I don’t want to move to the next thing until I have the first thing down well.
The skills kept piling on top of each other and I was just going through the motions.
That feeling in my stomach got louder and started to push up into my chest. I knew what would come next if I didn’t do something about it.
And I did not want to start crying in the middle of a gym.
I was frustrated and upset, and I didn’t want to be there anymore. So I took a deep breath and put my hand on my stomach.
I made a decision right there in the middle of the workout. I told myself I wasn’t going back to that gym.
As soon as I thought the words, my body calmed down. The tightness stopped traveling up my throat and my chest opened up. I could breath again.
I made it through the rest of the workout and walked out the door without looking back. I knew I had made the right decision and I knew where I wanted to be.
But that old nasty self doubt started creeping in again.
That gym was cheaper and closer to my house. Maybe if I stuck it out through the intro class I’d get a better teacher in the next one.
I began the process I usually do, which is to call someone and ask for advice. But, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I was right the first time. She said there were always more than two choices, and started searching for other gyms.
My gut cramped up and I knew what it meant. I didn’t need to check in with anyone else. I already knew what I wanted.
Two sentences is faster than I’ve ever figured that out before.
I smiled to myself and thanked her for talking me through it. When I got home I emailed the first gym I went to and signed up. I didn’t care that I’d already paid for the intro class. I knew where I wanted to be.
And that is where I’m going.
My gut has been thanking me ever since.
Do you listen to your gut when making a decision? How do you deal with self-doubt? Is phone-a-friend one of your strategies?