I always hated gyms, so I never went. But a couple days ago I hit a low point with the dissertation. Really low. And I thought, screw this. I'm not happy with things the way they are, so something has to change -- and I don't mean the font on this d*** thing. I need my life to recenter itself.
So, DG dragged me to a gym.
And I got on the elliptical machine.
And I liked it.
Flashback to college -- my roommate (hi there!) would go to gyms and talk about her amazing feats of stairmaster-ly endurance. Of course, she looked (and looks -- nothing has changed) a lot better than me because of that.
Now, I'm not competing with her -- we're talking 20 minutes at a time; it's hardly military-training type stuff I'm doing here. And I don't really care about changing my appearance -- although that would be ok. But seriously, I felt better all day. I even wrote more. It was amazing.
So, maybe I'll become a gym rat after all.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Gym-Rat-in-training
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2 comments:
No amount of working out is ever going to provide me with boobs, so quit it already with the "looks better" comments, por favor. :)
But yes, doesn't working out give one a bit of a high? And *starting* at 20 minutes is pretty impressive. You'll work your way up. If you can find a way to watch TV while you're working out, the time will go even faster.
So when do I get to see a draft of the dissertation for some editing? I can't work for The Man 24/7, y'know.
Hmmm... want to trade my boobs for your butt? Grass is always greener and all that...
And are you SURE you want to subject yourself to *this* dissertation? I mean, really, I don't want to lose such an important friend to this... ;-) But if you are sure, email me, we'll impose an arbitrary deadline for me to miss. 'Cuz I'm good at that.
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