Still Panting

I’ve been to the gym 3 times this week. I think I deserve a pat on the back. I would have gone yesterday if my mom hadn’t been sick. I brought my gym bag to the office today because I intend to work-out after my shift.

I just realized that exercise is a personal thing. It’s pretty similar to the time I decided to quit smoking. For the longest time, Denver had been trying to convince me to lessen my cigarette smoking but I never paid any attention to his pleading. One day, I just decided to quit. Not for anyone else but me. This gym thing feels the same. I don’t need to have a gym buddy to actually go there. I am going because I want to feel better physically and mentally. It would be great to lose inches and pounds, and fit into clothes that are not plus-size, but right now, my primary goal is to build strength and endurance so that I can jog on the treadmill longer. I so envy those chicks who can run non-stop for twenty minutes.