GTL, sans TL

For what seems like forever, my wife has been bugging me to join a gym. There were a few reasons why I resisted this. Firstly, weights are heavy. Secondly, I just didn’t want to spend scant free time working out. Thirdly, well... I just never liked the idea of gyms in general. The ones I’d been too either seemed too hip and sterile, or too gross and sweaty. Lastly, people that got up early to exercise just seemed insane to me.

Despite my objections, the love of my life persisted, and I made her a promise to at least try her new gym a few times. After a few visits that I split between the treadmill and weight training, I have to say it grew on me. This low-key community gym wasn’t a scene, people kept to themselves and the lighting wasn’t that harsh, overhead fluorescent variety that gives me a headache. People just go there to work out. They keep the windows open and it doesn’t smell. A few weeks later, I decided to join. Now I try to go at least four times a week.

I didn’t get into the gym routine hoping to get huge or anything, or carry around a log book, or hire a trainer. I just wanted to get in shape and feel stronger and healthier in general (When two or more people comment on your weight gain in the span of a few months, you’re getting fat). For someone who sits in front of a computer most of the day, going to the gym offers a welcome release of stress and, of course, exercise.

I never thought it would happen in my lifetime, but as crazy as it sounds, I enjoy going to the gym. After just a few weeks, I’m getting in better shape and definitely getting stronger. I don’t expect to look like The Situation anytime soon, but at least I’m on my way. Except for maybe the hair gel.