I started back at the gym this week (New Year, shocker!). I go in the evening after work and I walk on the treadmill. I have found that I am more out of shape than I have ever been when starting this weight-loss journey and I am both disappointed in myself and frustrated. I am, nevertheless, determined to pull myself together.
New year and all.
Since I feel this way, I naturally assumed that others would as well, so, I prepared myself to fight for a treadmill the first night I went to the gym. And yet...
I am reminded that this has happened in previous years and that it is always followed by crowds at the gym as spring looms, so I am enjoying the peace and quiet while I can.
The sudden switch to physical activity has left my body shocked. Luckily, Hugh gifted me with this contraption for Christmas...
...it seems to be helping with the soreness.
So, in the immortal words of Whitesnake, Here I go again on my own...
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