Rising of the sloth
Hibernation is at an end and the sloth has awakened from it’s chocolate-covered, shortbread biscuit house. With the thought of summer, cruising around the Greek Islands and touring the finesses of Italy amidst scorching weather, not to mention my crankypants lethargy, and constant criticism of the weather, I decided it was time to crawl out of the grave and resurrect life back upon oneself.
(Which kinda makes you think if there is a Christ out there, he was pretty intelligent to resurrect himself just in time for European summer, see, there’s always a personal element in our choices!)
There’s not much I can do about the lilly white you turn after eight months of cold, often chilly and sometimes raining weather, although I’m glad to say I still have this strong tan line on my back after Croatia burnt me baby! But back to the resurrection, six years ago I would never have called myself a ‘junkie’, it seems too strong a word, but I realise now that that’s what I am. A gym junkie.
Five years at my local gym at home, one year of the RMIT gym (which after having a personal trainer for the first time, a hot Kiwi guy who I’d work extra hard for, I wish it didn’t take so long for me to join) and finally the six months before I came over here chasing after my gorgeous Autistic kids which was a gym work out in itself – literally, I’d take Liv to the park in my gym shorts and sneakers and run around after her. The sneaky little munchkin would always try her best to get away, but I could always catch her.
After months of work and travel, I have finally given in to the higher powers and found that the local gym has no contract, just a month’s notice, so I joined on Monday, and have been the last three nights. I feel like I can’t really make you understand what I get out of the gym. It’s much more than just a workout.
Oh yeah, that thought did pop into my head after I had been rowing for five minutes and zoned out to then find myself staring at some guy’s gorgeous buttocks for twenty seconds haha!
But no really, pounding away on the treadmill gives me a sense of freedom, like the faster I run, the harder I go, any problems, frustrations, stresses (dare I say that evil word) just rush past me and melt away into oblivion. And I have noticed the difference – it’s not quite whistling down the street, but it’s enough to laugh at the sour-faced pommies – sure I was one of them last week, but I’m back to my new old self again (or is it my old new self??)
Physically my body is loving me right now, all the stiffness from my joints is gone, replaced with normal pain from running, riding, stepping, training, and rowing, but as with anything in life: no pain, no gain.
Tonight we finally finished the last piece of shortbread (so yum thanks Gran!) and Lija is making headway through the chocolate bikkies (I swear last night we’d eaten four altogether, tonight I opened the box and there’s like four left!) someone’s been nibbling! Those are the other reasons the gym is coming in handy!
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