Daily Archives: March 9, 2018

I LOVE to HATE the Gym…

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I love to hate the gym.

No seriously…I literally despise the gym.

Trying to wrangle in and out of a sports bra (that in itself should count as a workout!), driving alllllll the way to the local gym (okay…its not that far, but still…). There are so many lights and opportunities to turn around. It really is a work out to just make it there…exercising my self control should burn calories, too.

And then I walk in. And I have to face a huge room of people…awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact as people contort their bodies in weird ways… fighting for the last treadmill that no one really wants anyway.

And then when I finally get that treadmill and am huffing and puffing away on it… I’m stuck watching macho meatheads flexing in the mirror…selfing away to impress whatever girls are stalking their Instagram that day. I mean, at least that is something to use as entertainment to distract myself as I sweat away the miles… Although, it suddenly makes me feel very self conscious as my biceps are definitely not made of muscle (actually, they’re probably made more of chocolate if we are being honest)…

And then, once I’m finished on the treadmill and I build up enough bravery to venture into what I call “the boy side of the gym” to lift weights because those chocolate biceps won’t shrink themselves, I have to fight for a spot in front of those selfie taking boys, skillfully trying to avoid being captured in their Snapchat videos. Its not easy…its really not. Avoidance should burn calories, too…

And then I’m done. Finally.  I hit up the overcrowded locker room, nudging my way through sweaty, chatty girls to recover my car keys and purse and make the long trek back to my car. And it’s then, on the walk back that it hits me.

That sudden feeling of relief. No more stress from the day. No more tension held between my shoulders or in the furrows of my brow. A clear mind free from my normal overthinking, over-analyzing thoughts. A feeling of calmness and peace…the knot in my stomach loosening…

Man, do I love to hate the gym.