LGBTQ+ people – thanks Margaret Thatcher – the only other option was football (no thanks) so I grew up as an outsider looking in, believing fitness and sport was what ‘other people’ did.Fast forward to my mid-20s, and a friend suggested an outdoor bootcamp.
This was an important moment in my fitness journey, as the human connection and non-competitive elements really chimed with me.Starting to feel inspired, I also joined a gym, believing it was the missing piece in the puzzle.
Which it was – just not at first.I walked in, feeling completely out of my depth and like everyone was staring at me. As I saw people moving confidently between the various fitness equipment, which no-one had told me how to use, I started getting flashbacks.Awkwardly getting changed for PE, being picked last for the team, coming up with excuses so I could get out of rugby.
I know, so far, so cliched, but it’s familiar because it’s true for so many of us.I got on a treadmill for 10 minutes, then slunk home – a combination of insecurities about my sexuality and body stopping me from doing anything more – all the while thinking there was probably a better use of my membership fee.