This month,
I started back at the gym after an almost two year hiatus. Infertility treatments, pregnancy, a newborn,
working full-time, and JPug’s work/travel schedule didn’t leave much
opportunity for me-time. When 2014 rolled around, I decided to make myself
a priority which meant paying the neighbor girl to watch Elle for a couple of
hours a week so I could go to the gym.
We had a Title Boxing Club membership that was on hold for nearly two
years so back to Title I went (at least until July when the membership expires
and I potentially look for something new).
Being at the gym after nearly two years hasn’t been the seamless
transition I envisioned…here are a few thoughts from the last 3 weeks.
- Since when is going to the gym a fashion show vs. actually working out? The first day I showed up in my traditional running shorts and panhellenic (look at that…it has the word hell in it…maybe it was the subliminal message I never got) rush t-shirt. Literally every other woman at the gym (not exaggerating!) was in skin tight capri-length yoga pants, a neon racerback tank, and neon tennis shoes. Say what?! I’m too cheap to buy fancy work-out clothes…my sweat-wash-repeat cycle isn’t worth it.
- Try not to overexert yourself during the first 15 minutes of a 60 minute class. What?!?! My muscles have atrophied over the past 2 years and now I’m exhausted and can barely move?
- Tuck jumps after having a baby will never be the same. I tried a couple and nearly peed myself. Now, I stick with the safer and less (potentially) messy lunges.
- No matter how hard I try or how many days a week I go to the gym, the jiggly spare tire around my midsection will never go away. Well, maybe it would go away if I gave up craft beer and bread but that’s just silly!
- Every day I go to the gym I can feel myself getting stronger. The impossible plank is becoming possible and the flutter kick/scissor kick combo isn’t complete torture.
