So the road isn’t that new…I’ve seen it before, but never with these eyes.
On Wednesday I did something I haven’t done much lately. First off, I drank over 64 ounces of water, which never happens. But the real miracle was that I took advantage of that $28/month membership I shell out and went to the gym. It was a nice day, but I wanted to go to the sauna, too. I’ve gotta be honest…the sauna is the reason I keep my gym membership. 24 Hour Fitness in Sugarhouse is a complete dump, a bit shady, and not up to par with what a gym is these days. But they’ve got equipment, classes, and a sauna. If I ever made a little extra cash, I’d really like to try out The GYM in City Creek, but even with a discount it’s still a bit out of my reach. That place seems legit, or at least when it first opened. No weird vibes. No diseases awaiting you within its walls. Clean. Secure. Across the street from work. Yelp has them both closely rated though, so it could just be hype or a missed opportunity on The GYM’s part. Perhaps vising a 24 Hour Fitness a bit further away, like the one in Murray with a cardio cinema, would help out the situation.
I went at the ungodly hour of 6pm…right when all the office slaves get out and go. Luckily, I found an open elliptical. Punched in my weight and a 30 minute timer and off I went.
I didn’t push myself too hard. I found myself thinking back to a couple years ago when I my stamina easily permitted me to go for an hour and crank the level intensity way up. I still have the burning desire to throw it on a level 25 or speed my cadence at a lower level, but it was a huge wake up call when it wasn’t so easy this time. Granted, I was a few years younger before and didn’t have any of the health issues I have now. I ranged between a level 3 and 18 (18 is no easy feat, mind you), and the fastest I got was hitting 70 bpm once, but averaged around 50. I couldn’t find my iPod so I put on a Florence + the Machine playlist from YouTube (more on her later). Every three minutes or so I checked my time and thought, no way am I going to make it 30 minutes today. My legs were feeling uncharacteristically heavy for some reason. But I leaned on Florence, I had happy nostalgic memories, I stared blankly and felt intensity when I wanted to speed it up without notice, and I made it. I thought I’d skip out of the cool down, but I made it through that, too.
After, I awkwardly strolled down the hall and through the locker room like I was still on a moving conveyor belt and entered the sauna, which was packed as usual. A couple meat heads that go from steam room to sauna to hot tub, an old guy (there’s always one) that breathes really dramatically like he’s doing a pranayama yoga marathon, a guy in a hoodie, a couple dudes looking for other attractive dudes, and a woman in a swimsuit. I have my favorite seat in the sauna which happens to be the favorite of many others, but the open spaces were either in the back upper row (climbing up to it can demonstrate what phase of the moon is) or sopping wet from the hot tub meat heads, so I stood for a while. Eventually all the men left and I sat in my favorite seat, which was right next to the woman in her swimsuit.
I took out an earphone and immediately she started talking.
“Did you bring your swimsuit?” she asked.
Nope. We continued chatting with the camaraderie that ensues between a fat girl and a woman who used to be the fat girl. She was there for water aerobics and invited me to come on Wednesday nights. The class is really small, mostly middle aged to old women. I took Aqua Tone at university once and loved it…took it to replace the Zumba I so desperately wanted to love but didn’t. The lady, Wendy, told me she used to weigh 300 pounds and now was about 205, and she started with this water aerobics class. I committed to going in two weeks when I’m available. She introduced me to the instructor before class. Friend made, buddy system check.
I got home and waited for the endorphin high. I didn’t feel it how I used to, but it was there. I could tell by how I carried myself that I was feeling a bit of the high. My legs were like cemented sausages and I could barely pick them up, but I was grateful I went, and sad when I remembered I had my second spinal injection the next day and wouldn’t be able to work out for a week.
Looking forward to some casual walks and going back to the gym soon.
Really looking forward to when my spine heals a little and I can go back to kickboxing!