Treadmills back the day. Hilarious.
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I knew what I wanted; it shouldn’t have been such a hard resolution to stick to. I knew I didn’t want to drive my car around the over-crowded parking lot, only to have someone steal my spot. I knew I didn’t want to elbow the blond next to me for the last treadmill. I knew I didn’t want to arrive at body pump class, only to discover there is no bench or weight set in sight. I knew I didn’t want to speed to the gym, rush up to the spinning room hoping to be five minutes early; only to find everyone else must have been ten minutes early.
Really and truly each year I set out to NOT go to the gym in January. People think I’m kidding when I spout off this resolution. I assure you I am not. January at the gym is a joke. I believe those of us, who go all year long deserve some kind of priority status. Would it be too much if I used a little label maker and starting marking treadmills, a weight set and perhaps a blow dryer?
This time of year the words diet and exercise take up the majority of conversation and thought. Suddenly everyone is talking veggies and humus. They’re throwing out terms such as squats, sets and intervals. They begin detailing what they are going to eat morning, noon and night, and how many minutes per week they plan to sweat. Sometimes I just want to throw something unexpected into the conversation, like, “Hey you guys, I plan to eat a lot more fiber this year, and I’m hoping this will result in four successful bowel movements a day, instead of my measly three a day I was maintaining in 2011.” I wouldn’t stop there, why would I? I’d continue to ramble on, “So you keep your food log and I will keep my poop log and then maybe we can go to lunch together. I’ll order water, drop a benfiber tablet in it and obnoxiously crunch one apple after the next. You get your usual order of salad with a side of veggies; and we’ll talk about poop, food and sweat.”Regrettably I have yet to keep this resolution. Here we are January 9th and I’ve been shamelessly attending the gym. I guess, there is always next year.
This post was prompted by Write on Edge. ----This week we’d like you to write a memoir piece about an unfulfilled goal or a broken resolution, beginning with the words, “I knew what I wanted."