These were the words a friend recently said to me. We were talking about the benefits of staying in shape and how to do so. At the time I responded with something dismissive, like "Yeah, it's not for everyone". Of course, that's not quite what I was thinking.
As I was heading home that night I got to thinking about it and realized that I too, don't like going to the gym! Ok, not really. I've always known that. As a matter of fact, I hate going to the gym. Four days per week I get up at 4:30 in the morning. I crawl out of bed, careful not to wake my partner. About that time I realize I don't have a partner and then I'm reminded of just how pathetic and lonely I am.
After falling out of bed, I zombie my way over to the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of tasteless gruel. When I'm done choking that down I get in my car and drive 10 minutes to the gym in a vehicle that takes 20 minutes to warm up.
Freezing, lonely and and still half-zombie I enter and get to pretend I'm a hamster in a wheel and get on the treadmill to run my furry little tail off. Tail-removed, I'm ready to go repeatedly lift a bunch of heavy stuff for an hour.
As soon as I finish there I'll drive home, frantically get ready for work and begin the rest of my day where yours is just starting. What part of that do people think they're supposed to like?
Why do we do it? Why do we torture ourselves like this? Leave a comment with your reason. When enough of you have replied to me with your personal reason for staying fit (or getting there!) I'll do a special post and award the best response. Let me start off with my personal reason:
Your turn. :)
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