I suppose you’d like an update on how the whole ‘going to the gym’ thing is going. Many of you are like me, and have little to no interest in working out. I’d like to tell you, right now, that I have completely changed and found a love for all things fitness-related,, but I can’t, because I still hate it. I still hate going and I still hate picking up heavy things and putting them down. I still hate how getting to the gym cuts into the the very little ‘me’ time that exists in my life. And most of all, I hate being surrounded by people that love being there. For me, going to the gym is like being the only Hip Hop fan at a Country concert or the only rational person at a Trump rally. I just don't fit in.
However, the fact is, I am still going. If I simply must go to the gym, I like the one I’ve chosen. I like the corner I’ve carved out to do my workout and I like that they leave me alone until I need help. Sometimes I like to go at odd hours so I can have the whole place to myself. For someone like me, someone languid and indoorsy, it’s pretty ideal.
Have I lost weight? Sure, but it’s negligible. The real difference has been in my back. It used to always hurt, and often ‘go out’ as they say. There was this one time I reached into the dishwasher and couldn’t go upright for days after. For six months I haven’t felt that twinge warning me that I was doing too much, or pushing too hard.
It might not seem like much to you, but for me it’s been great.
So, I continue to go, not because I like any part of it, but because I really want to see what cool thing might happen next. Perhaps, this incessant stiffness in my neck will take flight, or my odd left hip will right itself.
Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted.
See you at the apartment.