After some encouraging/bullying words from some of my favorite trainers and fellow gym mates I forced myself back into the gym on Wednesday. As soon as I got into the parking lot, I was trying to think of as many excuses as possible why I had to leave. Then I decided to stop being a baby, and just go back in. I guess in my mind I always think that people are going to give me a really hard time about not being in the gym...which of course makes every day even harder to go in and get back into it. And of course, I am wrong about this. Everyone was so happy to see me, and they were so encouraging about me being back. D'oh. I should have guessed I was wrong.
Working out felt good and bad all at the same time. Good in the way where I knew I wanted to do it, and I would feel better when I was done. Today, working out felt like I was going to pass out a little (Brittany will do that to you). I guess basically I'm saying if you are trying to make excuses why you can't go to the gym, I understand. I understand, but I will also encourage you to just get back in there. Your body will be happy that you did.
As I was leaving the gym, Natalie, one of the trainers at EQ, told me that she was proud of me and that I deserved to be "member of the month". Member of the month?!?! Man, don't I feel like an ass for not going back to the gym sooner. What kind of example am I setting? :)
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