I don't even care which end of the day it is. Oh, who am I kidding - I'm a sleep-monger. It'd have to be after work.
Apparently, this is asking too much if you want this walk to occur in Maryland between the months of December and March.
It's dark. It's cold or rainy or snowy or windy or some terrible combination of all of the above.
This leaves me with one option: the gym.
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| Please note, this is not what my gym looks like - but it gives you an idea of how I feel when I go there. Photography by Martijn De Vries |
That place where it seems to be Murphy's Law that as soon as I choose a treadmill, a person with a terrible combination of halitosis, B.O., and flatulence claims the one right next to me.
That place where there is never an available locker because they started renting them out so I am forced to carry around my belongings like some sort of health-conscious bag lady.
That place where I always end up waiting for a weight machine being used by a very sweaty person who does not bother wiping it down. And if they do have the decency to wipe it down? Come on, people - it's a towel. In what universe does a towel manage to absorb perspiration, germs, odor, and other personal essences that one should keep to oneself?!
That place where the only location to stretch or do core work has had way too many other people's sweaty stinky naughty bits stretched all over it before I even get there.
That place where, despite turning up my music to the point of nearly bursting my eardrums, I can still hear the annoying cackling of the workout buddy ladies who have to yell to be heard over the sound of the equipment and everyone else's loathing.
In the slightly modified words of my fictional idol Liz Lemon, I do NOT want to go to there.
I officially have the biggest, meanest, toughest mental block when it comes to the gym. Sous Chef just asked me what was wrong because I'm sitting here scowling, my face contorted in such a way that it looks like I either have terrible indigestion or just watched a YouTube video of a three-legged puppy being run over by an ice cream truck.
I either have to break through this block or venture out into the cold, clammy darkness. I honestly don't know which one I dread more.
How do you get your workouts in during the Winter?
And if you tell me it's easy for you because you live in Southern California, I will hunt you down and shove ice cubes down your back so you get a taste of how it feels to live here.
How do you break out of a mental block?
You won't like this answer - but I go in the morning. I'm too tired after work and end up spending the day dreading going. I propel myself out of bed repeatedly remind myself that since I go to yoga I get to lay down in a heated room before class starts. I repeat to myself, "I can lay down again soon. I can lay down again soon." Also, then I only have to shower 1x/day, and I'm lazy.
ReplyDeleteI take the block into the an orgasm…with the question of what's next. When the answer is revealed to me (and it always is) I trust my own guidance and DO what the answer directed me to do. Regardless of what I think about it. Often too, it involves feeling into what emotion is holding the block in place. This is why orgasm is extremely useful…helps me learn how to feel everything in my body.
ReplyDeleteIn this case, if I did not do what my guidance directed, I would be looking at the question of trusting myself…and then take that issue in an orgasm (probably one with 6-8 climaxes) and work through whatever was blocking me trusting myself.