I’m pretty excited because I’ve really been consistent working out these last couple of weeks. I’m finally settling into a routine and coming to grips with the things that come along with exercising that I didn’t necessarily realize I was signing up for when I signed up for a gym membership.
After my first day of going to the gym after work I was really pissy about having to carry both a work bag and a gym bag. Together, they are one big, heavy, cumbersome, inconvenient mess. I was ready to stop working out right then. I know people go to the gym straight from work all the time, but I don’t see those people very often on public transportation. I whined in my head and on Twitter. I have yet to figure out a practical way to get around not carrying two bags, so I’ve sucked it up and kept it moving. Very begrudgingly, but I kept it moving nonetheless.
Then, I had an attitude about having to do laundry more often. When I started this I guess it didn’t cross my mind that I would sweat a lot and would need to wash clothes more often, or just buy more clothes. Last Tuesday I found myself in a pickle because I didn’t wash and had to buy a $3 t-shirt from Walgreens. On Wednesday I didn’t give myself the pleasure to whine about it; soon as I came home I threw all my piled up sweaty clothes in the machine, pressed some buttons and Voila! It took less than five minutes to do.
Why had I been complaining about that? It dawned on me that I should really be thankful because this season of my life is the perfect time to have started working out since I now live in an apartment with an in-unit washer and dryer. Oh my God, I would’ve really been complaining if I actually had to go to the laundromat. So, now I am counting my blessings and I’ve accepted that washing is just something I have to do. It would be lame to use “I don’t have any clean clothes!” as an excuse to quit.
I also wasn’t a fan of getting home later in the evening. I started to think about how much it will suck come wintertime and it’s pitch black outside and cold. I know I’m not gonna want to do this s**t. My rationale at this point is that right now it’s still summer, so don’t worry about winter. I’ll cross that ice pond when I get to it. For now, suck it up and be thankful it’s still light outside when I get home. Besides, what am I in such a rush to get home to anyway? Whatever is there isn’t going anywhere, so be easy.
I don’t like having to get undressed, get dressed, get undressed, take a shower, get dressed; I don’t like walking up the train steps afterwards when my legs feel like linguini; I don’t like dudes looking at me or trying to talk to me while I’m working out; I don’t like doing crunches; I don't like doing push ups because I can barely do any; I don’t like feeling like a beginner and a weakling in these treacherous-azz kickboxing, strength training and cycling classes; I STILL don’t like carrying two bags.
I like having more energy; I like doing something I didn’t think I could do; I like seeing and feeling improvement; I like that the train home is less than a half block from the gym; I like envisioning how absolutely DOPE “Sandria 2.0” will look and feel.
I will not quit.