As I previously mentioned, I joined a gym. I have gone twice now. WHERE ARE MY SIX-PACK ABS?!
Okay. The gym. So far, I've gone two mornings in a row, before work. (Are you impressed? You should be.) I wake up around the same time I used to wake up for high school, and try to make it out the door by 7 am, 7:15 latest. This means I either arrive at the gym by 7:15 or 7:30. Around this time, the gym is pretty empty; the only people there are older people and the pre-work people like me, but a little bit older. The past two times, I think I was the youngest person there.
And yeah, you'd think this would be the most crowded time at the gym, right? Not too early, not too late. But nope! It's not! The busiest time is actually right when the gym opens ... at 5 am. I ask you. Why the crap would you want to workout at 5 - or even 6 - am? I would not even be able to tie my shoes that early, much less drive to the gym and then keep myself upright on a treadmill.
My first day, the girl at the desk in the fitness center room gave me the grand tour of all the machines. (The gym also has a pool and weight room, but I doubt I'll use them.) Since then, on my first day, I did the sit and spin, as I call it (the recumbent bike?) and the lower body/ab machines. The second day, I did the sit and spin again (30 minutes = ~5.2 miles) and then the upper body machines. How was it, you ask?!
The first day, I used the ab machine half right. I had the top twisty part positioned right, but then I was sitting incorrectly. A man came over to correct me, and once he did, the floodgate opened. Every dude around me on a machine (3 others) started to give me pointers. Listen, Greek choir. I was sitting incorrectly. I adjusted, now I'm cool. Please leave me alone. I was terrified.
The second day was fine, except I tried what I think was the elliptical machine on steroids. I could only do 5 minutes before I was gasping for breath and had sweat rolling down my face. Then, on the upper body machines, I realized I probably wouldn't even be able to lift a bowling ball over my head without straining myself. I'm such a delicate flower, it's pathetic.
So, it's been going ok. Going in the morning doesn't seem like it's going to kill me, and I just need to try all the machines and see what I like, and what works for me. I may inquire eventually about some personal training, because I can only mentally and physically push myself so far. Plus, there's free spinning classes at night, right after work! The possibilities are endless. What is it, you need to do something 21 times in a row before it becomes a habit/ritual? I'm totally going to make going to the gym my new bad habit. It'll compliment my other favorite bad habit: eating entire jars of Nutella spread with my fingers in 2 days, 3 max.
Good bye flabby upper arms, thighs, and stomach. It was nice knowing you. NOT!
