Gym Days.....

I refuse to believe I am losing steam already...it's just Monday and the two days I spent away from the gym this weekend already have me doubting that I will feel better if I go today.....I must resist.

But it is Monday and Mondays are icky and I don't feel like blogging much more than my promised sentence or two. But to keep a little momentum I will re-post the one and only entry from a former attempt to start blogging which was (big coincidence) also from a time I was trying to jump-start the exercise habit.

5/9/11 - Gym Days

by Christina Weber on Monday, May 9, 2011 at 2:19pm

The joys of beginning a new health regiment are indescribable aren't they? There's so much energy and sense of purpose. The humble pair of sneakers now hold a place of honor in your mind and are laced up with pride as you head out the door. They no longer carry you on mere errands or late night 711 runs. Now they carry you forward to the new you.  The running shoes shall see their purpose fulfilled, the sweatpants shall now be sweated upon, your gym bag will finally see it's homeland. It is the dawning of your new life.

With your trusty headphones at your side, you enter the lair of the machines. The inevitable twinges of apprehension rise within you as you look out on row after row of finely tuned machines and the finely tuned people on them. But this is no time for timidness, you will soon be one of them, and you will appreciate the fruits of your success far more than they appreciate their own.From across the room you eye a cardio machine, knowing that it shall be yours...knowing it shall bear you to victory.

Memories of sitting on the couch are of a distant past. How silly that you ever hesitated to do this, how absurd the thought that you might ever quit. Even as your heart begins to pound and your breath quickens, defeat is impossible. In your mind's eye, visions of your future flash before you. Great races are won against impossible odds, competitions finished and medals obtained in spite of gruesome injuries. So difficult to watch... but so inspiring. Foes are defeated, criminals caught, women and children rescued from the clutches of disaster using implausibly gym-related skills. You know how silly it all is as you suppress the smirk on your face. You know these things will never happen. But if they did.....

And now onwards to feats of strength. For yes, it's true you have finished your cardio red in the face and panting as others around you continue with what appears to be their warmup. However, while not as sleek and graceful as some others, you are sturdy and strong. You are the (future) winner of races and defeater of foes and your flabby body is but a temporary encumbrance, a shell containing a new self, the likes of which those joggers have never imagined.

And so you approach your next conquest, prepared for the struggle and for the sweet taste of victory. But today is a special day. This is the day you will come to truly understand that there is a time and a place for everything. There is a time and a place for competitiveness and enthusiasm...but that time and place is not when you're on the inner-thigh machine. For, as it turns out, pride go-eth before a broken crotch....and the new you walks like you're recovering from giving birth to a porcupine.