Inferior Poet

Have you ever been addicted to something good (literally) that you have to give up?

Exercising has become my religion. I have been a devotee for the last two years. Honestly, I go to the gym more frequently than attending a mass. Going to the gym is part of my daily routine but I have to give that up for something more important.

I miss the physical activity. I never break a sweat before but after a year with personal instructor and following his recommendations I feel a lot healthier. I could RUN now without the heartburn. I watch what I eat and it made me learn to disciple myself. I can now resist chocolate cakes. I have become focused and motivated.

There’s a phrase on the wall at the gym, “motivation is what makes you started and habit is what keeps you going.” It’s true. Now I feel I’m getting sick if I didn’t workout or attend a spinning class. My body’s looking for the activity.

There are times that I feel sluggish when working out. It’s like I can’t finish a track or run for another mile but when I’m at the gym, I don’t think I just go for it. I don’t entertain weak thoughts. Sometimes I just do what the instructor says but most of the time they’re encouraging and contagious. They love the exercise they’re teaching and you’ll end up working out effectively. At the end of each class, you’ll have the feeling that you had a blast; you had fun even you don’t know anyone at the gym.

I’ve have been doing for two years yet I don’t write about it. Well, it’s personal for me. It’s private but I miss Fitness First so much that I can’t contain it to myself anymore. Last week I tried running at the oval track and I feel like I was flying. I was jogging with a smile on my face. As much I want to go back to my routine, I can’t. I have to give that up for while.