Just had to write about it because I’m so proud of myself
for actually going! I realized this morning, while feeling like a fatty, that I
haven’t been to the gym in a looooong time. I hadn’t been since before the hurricane,
which at this point, is about a month and a half ago. My suspicions were
further confirmed when I was looking for my sports bra this morning and found
it buried under a pile of swimsuits, meaning that I probably wore a bikini more
recently than gym attire… and I don’t remember the last time I was in a bikini.
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| This is how gangsta I feel. |
But today the gym-drought ended! I belong to the
Bedford-Stuyvesant YMCA (literally around the corner from my apartment) and I
was feeling so Brooklyn in there, listening to Jay-Z on my Ipod while doing
dead-lifts. I resisted singing along since yelling “Can I get a F**k you” in
the middle of the Bed-Stuy YMCA is probably going to gain some unwanted
attention. The place already looks like a prison gym- full of big, black guys,
aggressively pumping iron like their asshole’s innocence depends on it. Usually
I just go to the treadmill, barely break a sweat, then go roll around on the
mat and complain about having a cramp. But TODAY I ran 4.4 miles on the
treadmill, burned over 500 calories, stretched until I got my forehead to touch
the ground while in butterfly position, AND even tried to lift some weights!
BAM. Apart from being disgusting and sweaty right now, I
feel so good!
