I love to exercise. People who know me well, will know I completely love it. There are those out there who cannot stand going to the gym; getting sweaty is their idea of hell. Working hard to the point of puking is insane (that’s been a while) but I am completely addicted. My hubby doesn’t get it. If he feels stressed or down; the gym is the last place he wants to be. But for me it is my therapy.I read a while back that experts think exercise could take the place of some depression therapy and I can completely see why. I can go into a class for 1 hour and all my thoughts and worries just vanish. It gives me a roaring appetite which I love and I can eat what I what, within reason. That feeling of not being able to move or walk properly is just brilliant, especially if I know I worked hard. The gym is a great place to be; like-minded individuals working for a common goal and so yes I think I have a problem!! There is no time when I realise this more than when I am ill. See previous post for my rantings – The Germ Rant.
It has literally been 3 days and I’m twitching, I have one of those annoying colds where I think its on its way out and I wake up the next day and I can’t breathe. To be fair I was daft and went to a class a couple of days ago after work and my symptoms came back with a vengeance. Oops. My step-dad is one of those who exercises throughout a cold but for me it just gets worse.
I’m not asking to be able to go everyday. Before I had my gremlin I usually aimed for around 3-5 times a week. I’m a firm believer in having rest days; eating well and catching up on sleep. I see some people in my gym in an evening class who I know full well have been there in the morning as well. To me this is pointless and cuts into my valuable free time! I’m pretty lucky as once a week I can usually go first thing at 6,30am, as my hubby works from home and can look after the gremlin. Then once or twice a week after work or at the weekend. At the moment I’m going stir crazy from not going this weekend. A walk down to the shops is what I have managed? Come on!!
I’m getting the frustrated looks from my hubby when I suggested going tomorrow. To be fair it is probably not worth the “I told you sos”. So it looks like a good curry for tea and an early night. I have my gremlin’s Zumbini class tomorrow – better than nothing…right?