So, after calling and getting directions to the gym, I laced up my Nikes, slipped into some mesh shorts and worked out. (I think?) I'm not really sure what qualifies as a workout, but I pedaled through a half an hour on the bike machine (which told me that I did 12.5 miles) and then attempted to do some leg, butt, and abdominal exercises. Those made my muscles feel as if some workout God (or Goddess) was squeezing them with all their might, so I think that's good! Is exercise productivity measure in pain units? If it is, then I've definitely succeeded.
Beforehand, I was a bit worried that the gym would be full of people judging me, but instead there was only a small, beer-bellied, middle-aged man wearing cargo shorts and high-top Jordans. I may not know much about workout couture, but I'm pretty sure that's not the correct attire sir.
Though I'm still not a fan of salt water escaping from my pores, I do enjoy a bit of loud music, and of course the gym is the perfect atmosphere for an iPod, headphones, and my favorite Pandora stations; so perhaps working out wasn't all that bad. Maybe I'll even do it again sometime! For now though, I'm going to enjoy this bag of peanut M&Ms. (Yum!) I tried.
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(P.S. Major props to people who do this and much harder every day. Damn.)
