A Picture is Worth A Thousand Words
They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Right?
Only one word came to mind when I saw the beauty that is the cover photo…goooooooooooo (Billy Madison voice).
Logically speaking…bad angle, bright color shirt, a lot of Greek food and a few beers. No matter what logic tells me though, I can’t unsee it.
For someone who worked in a gym for four years and worked out regularly for 2.5 to 3 years of working there, not my best look. Although I feel fine, I don’t feel nearly as good as when I was at my peak. I have known that for a while. It is easy to shrug it off though.
That picture gave me the motivation I needed to get back into a routine. I have been contemplating buying some kettlebells, bands and dumbbells for a few months. Like most people, tomorrow turns into never happening. Here I am, no equipment.
Luckily for me, I work at home and have a few gyms less than 2 minutes from my house. That means I can go during non peak hours and get my ass in and out in 45 minutes feeling like I accomplished something. When I was in peak shape, that was all needed as far as time goes to feel great. Working out to maintain health and just feel better doesn’t have to be a two hour per day process.
As I sit here typing this, my arms and legs are sore as hell because I haven’t touched weights in nearly two years. Two straight days of working out and I feel it. It is a damn good feeling though.
I am fortunate enough to check a couple of boxes off allowing me to get back into a routine…short commute, not taking away time from my family and finding time where I can go and not deal with crowds. Check. Check. Check. I go after I drop off my son every morning, which means I will be back at home working by 9:30 at the latest. Boom!
I am not here to preach “you can always do it if you make time” because that’s a load of shit. You can’t make time because everyone is working with the same 24 hour time stamp. Chances are, something is being sacrificed. If I worked an 8 or 9 hour job where I commuted 30 minutes to an hour each way, I wouldn’t join a gym. I don’t want to be away from home that long. I am fortunate to have an ideal situation where I can join a gym again.
While I remain active in a sense due to playing basketball and flag football during the week, it is not the same as staying active more than two days and using all of my muscle groups. Based on the way I feel, some of these muscles forgot they existed.
I stopped working out with weights around December of 2017. My interest dwindled while working at the gym. That is kind of a paradox, right?
I would try to get to the gym an hour before it opened in the morning. Unfortunately, you can’t workout in peace at the gym you’re employed by.
If I worked out three of those days, at least one would get cut short because a member needed help with something or someone would walk in wanting to sign up. Of course, you can’t turn them away. Otherwise, I look like the asshole.
Eventually, I got fed up with it.
It all boiled over when I had someone looking to sign up with insurance who I had told multiple times before that we didn’t accept their particular insurance, however they insisted we did. After doing damage control for 45 minutes and calling their insurance company to confirm what I had told them, I lost the hour I gave to myself to workout.
Later in that same week, someone was banging at the door at 9am with a sign two inches to their left that said we opened at 10. I was walking in and the man proceeds to ask me if I worked there and if we were open. I am wearing a uniform shirt and there is a sign inches from your face. Use some context clues around you, boss.
Of course I said come on in and I will help you wearing a fake smile. He took up 35-40 minutes of my time trying to negotiate down our prices after repeatedly telling him the prices are set and here’s why. He kept trying to bargain for deals. He eventually left without signing up. Thanks for wasting my time, ace.
That was my last straw and the last time I touched a weight on a regular basis.
I would still get to the gym an hour early. However, I would disappear and go run around the neighborhood. I began to enjoy running and listening to my music. It still didn’t fill the same need that weights did. At least I was staying committed to something though.
I would take my sweet ass time jogging for about 35-40 minutes and then walking the last 20 minutes back to the gym. I didn’t want to get bombarded with questions or issues before 10am. This was my time for some quiet.
It is the same concept as someone walking into a restaurant five minutes before closing. Most people will seat you out of respect to customer service, but they’re secretly pissed. That is how I was when someone bothered me before 10 am. If I was already in the office at my computer with the light on and door open, yeah sure. Otherwise, leave me be.
Now I get to workout in peace. I am actually excited to get that chance again.
I sent the picture to some friends of mine over the weekend right after I saw the it and said “someone is joining a gym this week.”
I didn’t like what I saw. That also doesn’t stop me from making fun of myself either. The first thought that popped in my head and I contemplated posting the picture with the caption “they say war is hell. But, you’ve never been to fat camp” quoting an all-time classic, Heavyweights.
One of my friends in that group chat and I were talking and he was pumped because he has told me on more than one occasion to join since leaving my previous job. He joined for the same reason. He saw a picture that told him the same message I got seeing mine, “do something.”
I heard that message loud and clear. Thank you pink shirt, greek food, bad angle, beer and the guy who sat on his ass for two years. Let’s get to work. #BreakingDadBodIsBack