I paid $30 to get a month-long gym membership starting the first of July. I haggled to get the student discount (“We’ve never had a graduate student before”), and it’s a good thing I did:
I’ve only been back to the gym once.
I get really nervous before working out. As in, I wonder if I can do it and I hate the way my body doesn’t work like it used to and I get mad at myself for four years (!) of being lazy and I feel kind of sick to my stomach and I vow to stop drinking so much coffee because suddenly my head is starting to hurt and I feel the need to obsessively start drinking water and I want some oatmeal but regret those fried churros that tasted more like funnel cake than anything served in Spain. I wonder where all my nice running socks went to, and I mourn the days when I ran in just a sports bra because finding clean t-shirts is kinda hard.
I plan my day around it.
And I’m secretly excited. I wonder if maybe—just maybe—I’m athletic after all… or rather, maybe I’m athletic after all these years.
But then I talk myself down: Remember, you’re not “young” anymore. (I’m 24). You haven’t done this in a while. Every six months you get the urge to exercise but then you embarrass yourself and your enthusiasm wanes.
When I bought the gym membership, it was 101 degrees in the shade and I came back that very night to see what was on the fitness center television. I did 20 minutes on the elliptical (easy! worked up a sweat but found it relaxing!) and then jumped to the treadmill to walk it out. Then my competitive side got the best of me and I did 20 minutes running at a pace that I would’ve been embarrassed of in high school. I was doing all the mental math problems I could to keep myself distracted and then instinctively sped up and up and up until the end of the work-out.
My shins were sore for three days afterward.
And then Vacation Bible School hit.
And I never had time to wanted to made it back.
On Tuesday, I agreed to run the Chicken 5K this weekend. My favorite punster told me that running in the Poultry Festival was “a fowl idea.” I agree. But at least now I have a goal and someone to talk to a training partner 🙂
My running partner for the last two days has been a middle-aged man at my church who has run the Marine Corps marathon but these days is content to go 2.8 miles around the flat section of town at a pace that doesn’t leave me sore the next day.
We’re taking tomorrow off and then Saturday is race day!