The Gym.

May 26, 2009 12:59

Today's all about multiple shorter posts.

So. On Saturday I went to the gym. I did a totally weak-sauce workout, and wound up so sore by Saturday afternoon that I actually used some of my precious hoard of Vicodin.

I am in terrible, terrible shape. I hates it. Hates it!

Being in bad shape - and many of you will relate to this - is circular in nature. The more out of shape you are, the harder it becomes to do the things that will get you back into better health. It takes a lot of willpower to overcome those complaints, and that's just the physical aspect with nothing said about the emotional baggage that comes with being out of shape in an image-obsessed culture.

I quit going to the gym a few days before Halloween - I had a chest cold that just wouldn't quit. I was still coughing as late as February. Since then... it's just been difficult to make myself face the struggle of getting back in the habit. I particularly struggle with getting up early to work out before going to the office. I am not a morning person.

I am resolved, though. Despite still being a little sore around the edges, I went back to the gym again this morning. I have loads of training sessions left from when I bought them last September. I will do this, even though I know it will hurt.
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