Where’s the love?
Alright, I’ve been reasonably good at this exercise thing. And I’ve passed a big hurdle—its become routine. I don’t need to think about exercising, I just do it. But today I was at the gym and it was just that… routine. There was no love. I didn’t really give a shit about what I was doing. I loved skiing the first few times I went out, but not enough to want to go everyday. I kinda sorta like riding the trainer. I don’t like running and I don’t really like going to the gym. And overall I don’t really like this exercising thing, at least not today.
Hopefully all this will change when I can do things like ride outside, and run in the woods? Until then I’m content that its not a struggle to get out and move, even if the exercise I pick on any given day is the one that seems the most convenient for the time rather than the one I’m passionate to get out and do.
Oh, gym today, 1hr same drill as the times before and I upped the weight across the board. It was too much for the squat and I had to back it off a bit. So: squat, lat pull downs, lunge, bench press, seated row, back extension, crunch.
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