I finally did it.
I joined the gym. Now to get the time and guts to actually GO to the gym. At least it’s a step in the right direction. I have my gym bag, I have my trainers. I have something I can wear to the gym. And anyone who laughs at my big ole mama butt can just keep it quiet, yo.
I don’t know where to start, really. It’s a big gym. It’s got an indoor pool, it’s got all sorts of machines and classes and things to do — including belly dance classes! My firm has a membership there, so at least I’m not paying as much as it would otherwise cost me. I’m hoping that the expense will spur me out from behind my desk four times a week. I am tired of being out of shape. But you know what I’m really tired of?
Being out of touch.
My path is home, work, parents, home, work, parents. Sortees to my kid’s school AM and PM. The occasional get together with friends and their kids for dinner, the occasional after bedtime drop by for a movie or a cuppa. That’s it. That’s the extent of my social life, and it’s killing me. No, not literally. But I would like to talk about something other than marketing and business strategy and astronauts. I’d like to meet some new friends. I’d like to feel glorious and healthy again. I’d like to have the energy to go out dancing all night.
Having someone to dance all night with? well, that’s not even on my radar yet. But I’d like to be ready.
In the meantime, the gym has a family membership. When winter comes again, I’ll bump up the membership and then my little shadow and I can both go to the gym. I want him to incorporate fitness into his daily life. I don’t want it to be a chore for him but rather, something that comes naturally.
my life is so similar- work, home, school, pta, work, home, school, pta… damien and i go to the gym together and its my unwind time as well as giving us something to do together (even though i swim most days and he likes the circuit).