The gym is like my Cheers Bar. Whenever I go there, all the trainers/owners, etc. say hello and they know me pretty well.
I fell off the face of the earth in December as far as the gym is concerned. Between the holidays being just crazy and with my friend’s death, I always found a reason to go home after work and curl up in bed and not go to the gym. In retrospect, I wonder how I would have coped differently had I not let myself stop living.
Whenever I am done with a workout I look like this:
Okay, maybe not. Sometimes I look like this:
But on the inside, I feel much of what was happening in the first picture. In fact, I called a friend after my workout this morning and he said:
I love talking to you after you workout. You just sound so happy and I know you worked out. I don’t even need to see your sweat.
I thought that was so silly at first, but damn it was true. Working out just lifts whatever gross feelings I had before. If I’m mad, I run faster, lift more – and then when I’m done, I just feel like a weight has been lifted. No pun intended!
How do you feel after your workouts?