16 degrees? of course i’ll go to the gym!
I finally dragged myself to the gym yesterday, after some subtle prodding. I rolled out of bed at 6:15, threw workout stuff and my credit card in my gym bag, and walked across Hyde Park in the refreshing 16-degree morning air to the University of Chicago’s Ratner Athletic Center.
I bought the 3-month membership because A) it was cheapest, B) I only need to work out just long enough to build up my fitness and endurance to a moderate level , and C) by May, all of my focus will be on biking and I won’t need to be in the gym as much. It’s a nice and fairly new place–plenty of aerobic equipment, a big weight room, Olympic-sized (or close to it) swimming pool, and so on. It’s just a 15-minute walk from my apartment building and once the snow melts (if it ever does), I can cut that time in half with my bike.
I worked out for 45 minutes on the elliptical and weights, and I came out of the gym feeling surprisingly refreshed. In fact, I walked into work a couple hours later with a bit of a George Jefferson-swagger: “Aw yeah, I’m so hardcore that I went to the gym this morning in this Arctic weather.” Overall, the workout went far better than I thought it would and I seriously considered scrapping the gradual build-up in my training schedule–why not go full steam ahead and work out every day or so?
But then I woke up this morning and my shoulders were singing hymns of pain. So yeah, no gym today. Baby steps. . . .
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