Random thoughts on the first day
The first day going back to the dreaded G-Y-M after a month…
Your alarm goes off. You click snooze, without looking at the time. Because honestly, who even wakes up on the first ring? No one…
It rings again. You roll over. Look at the time on your way-too-bright-for-8:30am-phone-screen. Agh. Time to move. Why did you decide to make this morning the day you went back? Can’t you just postpone it to next week? The lazy in you questions your past self. You love to do this. You love to believe that your current self is the best self that you have been (insert bullshit). No, you finally tell yourself. And then you roll over to sleep for just 5 more minutes, you swear to yourself.
The final ring. You know it’s now or never. So you drag your lazy ass to the bathroom. Fish out your activewear, which surprisingly, lies on the top on your pile of clothes because you were them often. Just often enough to remind yourself that the gym is a necessary part of life. Often enough to remind yourself that if you got the chance that day, you’d really go, because you’re already dressed for it (insert bullshit). The best person to lie to is ultimately yourself, because you always believe it.
You finally get to the gym after a few upbeat morning, dance-infront-of-the-mirror moments. TBH, the dancing was definitely more fun. You looked way more fit in front of the mirror at home. Why does the mirror at the gym lie to you? Why does it make you hate yourself???
You grab that 6 kg kettle bell even though your trainer tells you to grab the 8 kg one. I just came back from a one month long hiatus, you tell him (and yourself). Secretly, you both know you can lift the 8 kg but you’re just lazy. You start doing some random shit, and then you realise why you come here. It’s kind of fun, but you don’t pretend like you like it. You just sigh all over the room secretly wondering why you’ve been such a bum. After the workout, your arms feel like jelly as do your legs. But you push push push down the stairs to get home. You feel great. You feel unreal. You wish you felt like this all the time but we all know, next week may not be the same.
