I Miss the Gym.

I Cannot Wait to Get Back to the Gym!!!

Okay, kinda sounds a bit strange, but it is true.

I always hated the gym. It is a place where the fit and beautiful people hang out with other fit and beautiful people. Even at size 5 I hated the gym. It was intimidating! After the first half hour of cardio I would be drenched in sweat, while Miss Perfect was walking next to me, barley perspiring.

After gaining a lot of weight my thought of going into the gym... forget it! But growing old has its advantages, I don't care as much. I was not going to go to the gym to be beautiful, collect phone numbers, or make friends. I was going to do this for myself.

In the past year at the Y, I have seen people come and people go. They start out strong, everyday. Pushing themselves for a week, or the more determined for two weeks. But their fate is usually the same, no more. They give up. And the Chatty Cathys would talk about how they knew that person would not last. Once in a blue moon, I would see one return for a second attempt, no go. Only a very small few were the 'usuals'.

Walking into the gym I would be greeted by Joe, "Early today", he would exclaim, even though I showed up at 5:30 every morning. Entering into the main gym, I knew who would be there that day. Typically the usual 7 people say their good mornings, as I passed them to do my customary 20-30 minutes of cardio warm up. I would try to not pay any attention to the two Chatty Cathys behind me. (They are the gossip queens, No one is protected.) Those type of people made me hate going to they gym! After an hour and a half, I would grab my bag and hit the showers.

After attending the morning rush at the gym, religiously for the past nine months, I can only wonder what they are thinking in my absence. How do I explain my transition? I cannot wait to go to the gym and see the Chatty Cathys faces!