Next week
September 19, 2009
Me stretching after an early morning workout.
For the past month and a half, around this time, every Friday I’d commit to getting back into the gym ‘next week’. Other than Yoga once in a while, I’ve been a lazy bum; and yea, I feel like it. Dare I say, I look the part.
It sucks looking at the bathroom mirror. If it had a mouth, it’d ask where’d the muscles go or is that a, nah, could that be a roll forming there?
I know, pathetic, that’s considering the progress I’ve made over the years. For those of you who do not know, that’s my losing 30 pounds and 10 inches off my waist a few years ago.
So here I am, another Friday evening, making that commitment; this time in writing. I am going to make use of my gym membership, the one I pay for every month. This coming Monday, I’ll be at the gym, starting off with Reaction Cycling Class, the class that I love love love to hate (I’ll talk about that sucker another time).
Wish me luck.
