I did it.
I think I looked at them more.
And guess what, I wasn't as bad as I had built it up in my head! But you all already knew that.
I selected an elliptical/cross trainer as planned, picking one on the outside rather than being swallowed by the masses in the long line. I hit my stride at about 4 minutes, getting down with my bad self and the playlist that I had carefully selected. (You know, some Glee, some Michael Buble, The Fray, Howie Day, etc.)
I got to the half hour mark, where I had planned to switch to a treadmill, and I felt so good that I wanted to keep going. So I did. And when I started to feel discomfort at the 34 minutes mark, I thought about stopping, but got this whole "You can power through this" and "If it's not hard, you are not working hard enough" mentality. Where the @#(&@ did that come from? At 40 minutes, I really couldn't take it anymore, and switched to the treadmill for a 10 minute cool down (of PAIN).
I think I pulled a "groin muscle". Great job, Megan. I can take about 25 steps without being in pain. So I am making those 25 steps count. There are 27 between my computer and the bedroom. There are only 8 between my bed and my bathroom.
But that doesn't mean I am giving myself the day off tomorrow. I plan on doing arms in the morning with the machines so that I don't already break the habit of going.
Geesh...and I thought people looking at me was going to be the worst thing that happened....