7d ago
58 and I joined a strength class at the leisure centre three weeks ago. I am, without question, the oldest person there by at least fifteen years. The instructor is lovely and patient and I am absolutely certain she is biting her lip every time I try to do a goblet squat. I came to it late because my knees have been awful and I kept thinking I should wait until they felt better. Physio finally said the opposite, basically, that sitting around waiting was making everything worse. So here I am, with my little one-kilogram dumbbells surrounded by people who were probably in primary school when I had my kids. The awkwardness is real. I don't know the etiquette. I don't know where to stand. Last week I set up in the wrong spot and had to shuffle everything sideways when the regulars arrived. I nearly left. I didn't, but I nearly did. The walking I've kept up for ages, that bit feels fine. It's this that feels strange, like my body doesn't quite believe it's allowed to do something new at this point. Also trying to be more deliberate about protein because I read something ages ago and it stuck. Eggs at breakfast, bit more chicken, that sort of thing. Nothing dramatic. I've got a GP review coming up and I want to ask properly about long-term HRT. I've been on it seven years and I just want to sit down and actually talk it through rather than the usual four-minute slot. Has anyone managed to get a longer appointment for that kind of conversation? x