My friend Snork had been harassing me to join her gym. I resisted, 'cause... I figured, there's a "gym" at my apartment complex. And a hot tub. Why would I pay to use someone else's stuff if I don't even use MY stuff?
I FINALLY gave in at the end of December. I mean... yoga class, then hot tub? That sounded pretty great, AND, it's only $26 or something a month.
Also, I had this grand idea that I would pop into the location by my office and run during my lunch break. Haaahahhahahaaaa.
Anyway. So I did sign up. And, I'm super, beyond words psyched, to say that I think I like it. I mean, I don't really like sweating, or working hard, but.... I feel so accomplished at the end of the night! Like... the other day, I hopped off the treadmill and proceeded to spend an additional 2 hours doing OTHER STUFF at the gym, and it was pretty great!
I've been trying to head in 3 times a week, at least, and usually it works out okay, 'cause Snork and I try to motivate each other... some nights I'm not feeling it, some nights she's napping... but I don't think we've flaked on it yet. The hot tub incentives help. Plus, I really kid of dig the yoga classes.... I'm pretty bendy already, but the yoga helps. Snork's boyfriend is pretty fun to watch... he's a big fan of corpse, and childs pose. My balance is still crappy... I cannot do this... Like Snork can....
I think I still hate the circuit business... I think Snork and I are opposites, because I think my legs are stronger than hers, but her arms are stronger than mine.
Anyway. The whole business is pretty successful, so far, and I think I had a breakthrough the other day hitting week 2 of the Couch 2 5K program.... I have this idea that I'm going to run a 5K in June... primarily, because of the super-awesome Restaurant Row spread at the finish line. Priorities, people.