Working Out Squee
I am made of awesome.
I worked out this morning, and increased on several of the weight machines. I introduced myself to three other gym members and basked in the friendliness. There are two weight rooms on the ground floor, and one big one in the basement. At one point, a guy from the upstairs room (with the actual door to the parking lot) came into the other upstairs room before he left, just to say goodbye to the few of us in there. How cool is that in a gym? And I chatted with the guy I met last week, the one with six kids, and pimped Girlfight to him, since I've already talked him into trying the UW boxing course. You know, it's actually to the point where I feel anti-social whenever I turn on my iPod in there!
I loved my drive home. I always do after working out. Driving or walking, I just feel so damn GOOD about myself. Plus, today the sun was shining and I had my "Boxing Mix" CD in the stereo and things were generally good. I found out that they're tearing the place down in December, and was hoping they'd relocate somewhere close, but maybe a longer drive home would be nice!
I somehow managed to work myself into a tizzy when I got home, thinking I only had a few minutes to eat lunch before grabbing the bus to class. Luckily, I eventually looked at the clock again and realized it was actually an hour earlier than I thought. D'oh. Awesomeness goes down a notch.
The last four paragraphs all begin with "I" - I suppose that's not unusual in a blog! Must rush off to class now, though. Now it really is 1:00.
I worked out this morning, and increased on several of the weight machines. I introduced myself to three other gym members and basked in the friendliness. There are two weight rooms on the ground floor, and one big one in the basement. At one point, a guy from the upstairs room (with the actual door to the parking lot) came into the other upstairs room before he left, just to say goodbye to the few of us in there. How cool is that in a gym? And I chatted with the guy I met last week, the one with six kids, and pimped Girlfight to him, since I've already talked him into trying the UW boxing course. You know, it's actually to the point where I feel anti-social whenever I turn on my iPod in there!
I loved my drive home. I always do after working out. Driving or walking, I just feel so damn GOOD about myself. Plus, today the sun was shining and I had my "Boxing Mix" CD in the stereo and things were generally good. I found out that they're tearing the place down in December, and was hoping they'd relocate somewhere close, but maybe a longer drive home would be nice!
I somehow managed to work myself into a tizzy when I got home, thinking I only had a few minutes to eat lunch before grabbing the bus to class. Luckily, I eventually looked at the clock again and realized it was actually an hour earlier than I thought. D'oh. Awesomeness goes down a notch.
The last four paragraphs all begin with "I" - I suppose that's not unusual in a blog! Must rush off to class now, though. Now it really is 1:00.