The Starting Line

I have very strong feelings about June 10th, 2015...it's the most terrifying day of my life. I think it will be forever engraved in my mind. 

I've had the opportunity to swim with sharks, I've served a foreign language mission, I've even lost my snorkel gear in the middle of a night swim and had to swim back to shore on my own, and I have had a gunned pulled on me twice in my lifetime. June 10th was more terrifying than all of that. 

June 10th, two thousand fifteen was the day I did something I could have never imagined myself doing. It was the day I walked into a place that I had only seen on television or in the movies. I wanted to turn around and leave every single moment that I was in that place. My inner dialogue was screaming. "You don't belong here. This is not for you. It can be done some other way." 

Turns out, I'm braver than I feel. 

I JOINED A GYM! A real deal, gym. Full of buffed-up Adonis specimens all clothed with earphones and tight shirts--staring blankly at the wall while sweating on metallic torture devices. 

I have no idea what came over me. Not sure how I even remained in that building long enough to pay the fees, but somehow I did it. I even returned that evening for Zumba as my first introduction to exercise. Whoa!

June 10th is most definitely down in the books as the day I started something big. This starting line is at a very different place than anywhere I've ever been before. Let the journey begin!