I received a message today from a friend who is so happy because she purchased an at-home exerciser. Wow, congratulations – this is a great start of self-improvement. But finding a free workout video on Youtube is even better. Or running in the park/nature. It all sounds awesome. Give yourself a pat on the back. You have come so far. If this works for you, great! Since I am full-time student again, I have access to the University gym. I went there a couple of times since the semester started in September. This is what I experienced/learned:
I found a great Youtube video for core-strengthening that showed me how to twist my body from side to side and to really wring that spine. I am watching it with my headphones on so I don’t disturb anybody. All my joints are clicking! That must be the sign that I am doing something right, no? Who knows! [I heard this weird sound of joints clicking today when I sat next to “someone” in class!] Are all the ligaments that hold your body together soar or straightened out by now?
So, now that I am all good and warmed up I have to complete this video of forty-five minutes-beginners Yoga. Of course Burpees follow, and who ever does that for fun? Maybe my brother when he finished the Spartan Race. Whenever I do burpees I look like I am having some type of fit or spasm while I try to climb up a tree or slide down a rope.
…. six, seven, eight, forty! Awesome. I am done. I did forty perfect Burpees after my Yoga workout. [Be aware: I am still at the University gym!] I guess, I burned all the calories that I ate before when I enjoyed this awesome bagel with cheese and egg, right? Maybe I burned a little more, because I kept my glasses on and they kept fogging up constantly. Sounds like a good workout to me.
My heart rate is up – my heart is pounding so maybe I should just check my emails or messages quickly to feel more comfortable and bring it back down to zero. I do have my phone with me after all, so maybe someone sent me a message that I have to respond to immediately. I just cannot miss any messages, email or anything else because it is all so important. My workout-music does not really work today. The audiobook I downloaded sucks but I really want to exercise. Does my sports-bra fit correctly while I respond to emails? I am all sweaty from this tough Yoga/Burpee workout so let’s just go to the bathroom and fix myself up a bit.
I am really glad I took this email break because I could have missed out on TravelAdvisor news, bookstore and farmers market deals as well as the newsletter from the University. Hey, you never know. I also have 500 LinkedIn-requests and someone wants me to send him my journal that I have written because he thinks it is amazing. Weird, because I wrote it almost while sleeping of exhaustion. Isn’t it important to have a clean inbox as much as having a healthy, strong body that functions? Yep! Just unsubscribe some “friends” on Facebook and it seems like a refreshing walk on the StairMaster. Yay, the latest Language Newsletter! One more minute.
Okay, all jokes aside; we are on to pushups now. Here we go! I try to keep in mind that the guy working out next to me told his friend that whenever it hurts, it counts as exercise. He looks good. He is in shape. Damn, he took his shirt off to show off his six-pack. Let me take a picture secretly and send it to all my friends in Germany to see how awesome this University Gym is. Done!
A couple of pushups to go and I am done. Wow, this floor is so filthy. Doesn’t anybody ever clean here? Thankfully, I don’t have OCD. And they want me to use a towel to work out. Okay! Let’s analyze the dust and refer it to something philosophical. That works. Then take some quick notes on my phone so I won’t forget to write about it after. This being said, the girl next to me is torturing herself on the Treadmill. She is going crazy while reading a book at the same time. In the meantime, this would be me instead.
“Maybe, I should finally finish my book and have it published”, I think while I pick up my towel from the Yoga mat. My book needs some improvement and major editing but it is pretty much done otherwise. Does anybody get rich writing books these days? Everybody writes a book, no? What is this girl reading anyway? If a book keeps one captured while running at that pace, I NEED TO READ IT! So I ask her. She hits the “STOP” button on the Treadmill and talks to me. She hates working out at the gym. So do I. We go downstair to have a coffee (and a muffin) at Tim Hortens and talk about the book she is reading – and the one I am working on.
I guess, this is considered the cooling down after workout. I have earned it.
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