I was back on the workout wagon and then off again. The last couple of weeks, I haven’t been able to work out during the week because of various things coming up. Sometimes we’ve got other, more pressing, things going on after work. Other times I bring my workout gear to work with the full intention of working out after work, but am unable to change into my workout clothes because I’m super busy or I get stuck on an escalation or question. I hate going to the workout classes late because everyone is already doing the warm up or the exercise or whatever while you’re walking in there and then you still have to put your equipment together (if there’s any left, we routinely run out of weights in muscle pump because people lift tonnage), be it step, barbell, free weights, bands etc. By the time you’re warmed up and ready to go, the class is halfway or, worse yet, it’s over. Besides that, some workout classes are so popular that the room gets so crowded. Unless you’re there to stake claim to your spot, there’s really not any room for you (core class is like this).<\/p>\n
Even though I’ve consistently missed my weekday workouts the past couple of weeks, I’ve gone religiously the past couple of weekends. I did my two workout classes on Saturday, and even lived through two workout classes on Sunday. However, consistently making it to my weekday workouts has been my Moby Dick so to speak.<\/p>\n
I know this is kind of a cop out because I promised myself a little while ago that I will go to the gym regardless of how late I am for the workout class. I had vowed just to get on the treadmill, and wait for the next class to begin instead of nixing my entire workout altogether. I haven’t delivered on that promise at all lately the last two weeks. So I guess I’m feeling some guilt over trying to rationalize missing my workouts. That might be the reason that I might just try to kill myself this weekend.<\/p>\n