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I went to the gym Sunday morning. I was hoping to attend the 10AM yoga class, but it was canceled because of the New Year's holiday. I did 40 minutes on the elliptical--a personal best--and supposedly burned 450 calories. Then I realized that since there were no classes, I could take my mat into the empty classroom and my yoga routine on my own. This was an excellent idea. I did all my usual stuff, at my own pace, and did the squats and pushups and tabletops and navasanas and bridges that I need to do. I was at the gym for two hours altogether, but that's okay by me. I felt great when I left.
Tonight, I got yelled at by one of my authors (nothing I did, he just needed to rant, and it was completely justifiable, so I can sit there and listen), which made me late for my usual train, and then I was made later by having to buy a January train pass because payroll screwed up and didn't make my commuter account deduction so I didn't get my pass in the mail, and I just barely caught the 5:38 train, by which I mean I really just barely caught it, the door smacked me in the arm as I leaped onto the train. So I was all grumped out and didn't feel like going to the gym, but I went anyway. I'm glad I did, because it made me feel much better. I think my new goal will be that any time I am feeling sad and melancholy, I will try to go to the gym, instead of schlumping around feeling sorry for myself and eating junk. If I can't not be sad, I can at least tire myself out so I can sleep, and working out often does improve my mood. Especially the yoga. There can't be enough yoga.
Anyway, tonight I managed 40 minutes on the elliptical again, with a total calorie count of 470. That means I worked harder tonight than I did on Sunday, so that's good. I stretched some, too, but then some girls came and sat down right next to me on the mats and I felt self-conscious about doing my pushups and stuff. I did my squats in the ladies room, but the carpet in there is too slippy for me to do my pushups there. But I realized that the last class on the third floor on Tuesday nights is over at 7:30, so I could possibly bring my mat and go do my yoga routine up there. But usually I get to the gym half an hour sooner, so the classes are going full swing until right before I leave. There's a 7:30 yoga class in the second floor classroom on Tuesdays, but going to that would just get me home so late--it wouldn't be over until 8:30, and then I wouldn't be home till almost 9:00, and then that's my whole evening at the gym and it's almost time for bed. Meh. Still, I think I'll start bringing my yoga mat on Tuesday nights, just in case.
I do feel better after I go to the gym. I really hope 2007 is going to be a better year for me. A good, strong, confident year. A year of being independent and having my own place, a year when guys who don't return my phone calls aren't worth worrying about. A year when I start writing again and stick with it. Let's see how that goes.
Tonight, I got yelled at by one of my authors (nothing I did, he just needed to rant, and it was completely justifiable, so I can sit there and listen), which made me late for my usual train, and then I was made later by having to buy a January train pass because payroll screwed up and didn't make my commuter account deduction so I didn't get my pass in the mail, and I just barely caught the 5:38 train, by which I mean I really just barely caught it, the door smacked me in the arm as I leaped onto the train. So I was all grumped out and didn't feel like going to the gym, but I went anyway. I'm glad I did, because it made me feel much better. I think my new goal will be that any time I am feeling sad and melancholy, I will try to go to the gym, instead of schlumping around feeling sorry for myself and eating junk. If I can't not be sad, I can at least tire myself out so I can sleep, and working out often does improve my mood. Especially the yoga. There can't be enough yoga.
Anyway, tonight I managed 40 minutes on the elliptical again, with a total calorie count of 470. That means I worked harder tonight than I did on Sunday, so that's good. I stretched some, too, but then some girls came and sat down right next to me on the mats and I felt self-conscious about doing my pushups and stuff. I did my squats in the ladies room, but the carpet in there is too slippy for me to do my pushups there. But I realized that the last class on the third floor on Tuesday nights is over at 7:30, so I could possibly bring my mat and go do my yoga routine up there. But usually I get to the gym half an hour sooner, so the classes are going full swing until right before I leave. There's a 7:30 yoga class in the second floor classroom on Tuesdays, but going to that would just get me home so late--it wouldn't be over until 8:30, and then I wouldn't be home till almost 9:00, and then that's my whole evening at the gym and it's almost time for bed. Meh. Still, I think I'll start bringing my yoga mat on Tuesday nights, just in case.
I do feel better after I go to the gym. I really hope 2007 is going to be a better year for me. A good, strong, confident year. A year of being independent and having my own place, a year when guys who don't return my phone calls aren't worth worrying about. A year when I start writing again and stick with it. Let's see how that goes.
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Date: 2007-01-03 03:06 am (UTC)From:you're at the gym. people are there to work out. the other girls are probably mostly just worried about how stupid they think they look. honest.
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