Having fully recovered from Saturday's race, it was back to the gym for me today. What's the worst part about training at the Y? Easy. The socialization trap. I mean, once you've been working out for any length of time, you tend to see the same people over and over again, and it's really hard not to strike up a conversation with them. This morning, for example, Gene and I talked about horses and Ed and I talked about trucks. Scott and I spent at least 10 minutes talking about whether it's better to work out 3 days a week or 5 days a week. I'm super impressed with the quality of people who show up regularly for their workouts. The New Year's Resolution crowd is long gone. I have nothing but the greatest respect for those who are least TRYING to get into a routine and WANT to make a difference in their health. There is something magical in taking baby steps toward becoming who you want to be. The only certified creep at the gym is Unsolicited Advice Guy who will regale you for 30 minutes with everything you're doing wrong in your workout. That, and the guy who's always on his cell phone with the speaker on. Listen friend, I so don't need to hear the whole conversation. Of course, he's probably thinking, "Do you guys have to be yakking so much about trucks and horses?" For this reason I try really hard not to engage in too much chit chat while I'm at the Y. Seriously, I'm there to get sweaty and stinky. If you're talking, you're probably not getting in a good workout.
Definitely a FIRST WORLD PROBLEM (wink).
Peace out.
