Exhausted.
In a sense, I dread the prospect of having to go to the gym. I dread having to pack in my shirts, shorts, shoes, towel, cologne and that beat-up pair of glasses I use to workout into my bag. I dread having to explain myself repeatedly to the smiling jock/jockess behind the counter that I'm not interested in signing up for a monthly membership just yet. I dread having to find space for myself in the changing room to get into my gear and fight for unoccupied lockers. I dread having to get on stairmasters, treadmills and cycling machines. I dread having to push my exhausted self through reps of situps and pushups on top of the cardio I've already been doing. I dread having to expose to the world exactly how unfit I am. I dread having to wake up to sore limbs, joints and muscles the next day.
Yet I keep looking forward to the next session everytime I get home.
Despite all the things I dread about going to the gym; I welcome it as a path to better overall health in the long run. In a sense, I also embrace it as a distraction from the problems and conundrums that have been the source of my sleepless nights.
At least at the end of today, I know I can finally fall asleep before sunrise.
Yet I keep looking forward to the next session everytime I get home.
Despite all the things I dread about going to the gym; I welcome it as a path to better overall health in the long run. In a sense, I also embrace it as a distraction from the problems and conundrums that have been the source of my sleepless nights.
At least at the end of today, I know I can finally fall asleep before sunrise.