I work in a fitness club. I’ve worked there for about nine months now. I see people working out every day, but I’ve had trouble making myself do it consistently.
My friend Gil is the fitness director, and every once in a while we’ll do a trade, a training session for a massage. And that’s fine, and she’s great, but we’re both really busy at work, so it’s hard to coordinate our schedules.
So I guess I just want to put it out here that I’m committing to doing it myself. Every time I’m at work, if possible, I’m going to do something. Even if it’s just twenty minutes on the elliptical.
All that being said: I’m REALLY sore right now. I’ve done squats before, but I guess I haven’t done them in a while, and I did them while holding two dumbbells (I’m not going to tell you how much each dumbbell weighed, because, you know, insecurities). So my upper hamstrings are on fire, making sitting, standing, walking, and breathing a little more difficult than I’d prefer. But I guess that’s how change starts.
When I started running a few years ago, and I didn’t stick with it because I found it just godawful boring, but I kept telling myself a little mantra question:
Why are you waiting to be the best version of yourself?
So I ran. And I wrote a lot. In fact, that’s the period I did the majority of the work on my first novel.
I want to get back to that balance. Dedicating part of each day to writing and exercise. I have no intention of getting super swole, but I do always feel better, both mentally and physically, after working out. So why wouldn’t I do that more often?
My work team at a recent awards ceremony. Eighties themed, obvi.