Confession: I'm a chicken

One of my goals for 2013 is to workout at least 3 times per week.  I made the goal 3 because I want to go more, but I don't want to feel like a failure if I don't.  What this says about me is two fold.  First, I don't like/want to fail.  Second, I fail at things a lot...which reinforces my need to make my goals not too lofty.

The local YMCA is a wonderful place.  I love it there and they didn't pay me to say that because only 15 people follow my blog. 

They have a Mat Pilates class at 9:30 on Wednesdays which is perfect for a stay at home mom with a child who starts school at 8:55.  This Wednesday, I got up and got dressed for pilates.  Everything was going well until I decided not to tell my son to get dressed, took my daughter to school and proceeded to come home and play Candy Crush Saga for an hour. 

Why?

Because I am a chicken. 

Who wants to go to a pilates class by themselves when they have never been before?  What if I do a pose wrong.  What if my booty is supposed to be down but it is instead up?  What if I fall?  What if I look like a fool.  You may call those excuses and you would be right.  But it doesn't change the fact that I am TERRIFIED to go to this class alone!

Thursday mornings they have a cycling class.  I've always wanted to take a cycling class.  For three weeks I have talked about taking a cycling class.  I have not gone.

Why?

Because I AM A CHICKEN!

How on earth can you manage to make a fool of yourself in a cycling class?  I have no idea, but if I go this week, I'll let you know.  Because I am convinced if there is a way to make a fool of yourself in a cycling class, I will figure it out.

I pledge to all 15 of you out there that this week I  WILL go to one of these classes.  I will make the decision, I will make my son get dressed and I will drag my booty to one of these two classes and then I will report back to you.  Candy Crush Saga be darned...

I don't want to won't be a chicken anymore...