Outside of home and work, I spent a lot of time at the gym. I hold a membership at the Baxter YMCA. I worked there for five years, and my membership was always free. I couldn’t part ways when I started working at Angie’s List. I’m glad I go to the Y. I imagine other gyms are full of really fit people constantly judging the girl huffing and puffing at speed 5 on the treadmill — me. However, at my gym, there are people of all shapes, sizes, and ages. It’s still not my favorite place.
I HATE working out. My face turns read. I feel like I can’t breathe. And no matter how many times I do it, I still push through a workout staring at the clock waiting for it to be over. When people say they enjoy the gym, I always think they’re lying. There’s no way someone likes putting themselves through that torture.
People talk about the endorphin release and all the feel good chemicals you get from it. Nope, not me. I’ve also heard it gets easier, because you get better. Also, not me. I go to group fitness to make it more tolerable, but I’m still counting down the minutes.
I’ll continue to go, because I’m only 24, and my metabolism is already crap. But I won’t like it.
In other news, I’m driving to Columbus to see John Oliver today. Can’t. Wait! Except for the driving part. I also suck at driving.