It’s one of those gym days.
Who doesn’t love working out by themselves? Today I had the rare opportunity to lift some weight, feel insecure, and do the whole gym thing all on my own. Typically I hate the gym simply because of the fact that you’re there to make yourself look better. I actually despise it. Always have. But… the more I age, the more I feel it’s necessary.
I remember the first time I walked into a gym. I was a teen and my overweight father was a goalie on a hockey team. He was actually good… which curbed my embarrassment. I yearned to use the sweat smelling room for my own, but the opportunity wasn’t presented.
It’s funny the things a child remembers…
Today I take charge and lift weights as I please, stretch as I might and run as fast as I can. What freedoms this place offers.