Oh, how I long for the days of June, when the temps were in the mid-90s. Yes, I know I whined incessantly about it then, but this week is providing a definite perspective check.
That was 3 p.m. yesterday. At 9 p.m., it was 97° and the heat index was 107°. This morning at 6 a.m., it’s 86° and feels like it’s 95°. More of the same predicted for the rest of the week:
Can I tell you how grateful I am for a roof over my head and air conditioning? And for a car to take me where I need to go without breaking down? And for my shiny new gym membership that lets me exercise vigorously indoors? Honestly, this alone is keeping me from tanking the workouts completely. Well, this and the desire for more fro-yo.
But yes, I’m back in the gym and loving liking it. I signed up with the cheap gym, a.k.a. my original gym, which won the contest simply for the aforementioned cheap factor, the proximity to my house (0.5 miles), and the fact that they’re open 24/7/365. (For some reason, 24-Hour Fitness is open only 16-18 hours per day and is closed on some holidays.)
I’m still trying to find the optimal-for-me workout time, but the crowd that’s been there during my two workouts has been friendly and courteous. Even the beefy boys. I almost cried for joy when one asked, “Are you through here?” before changing out the station. That wasn’t my experience my first go-round with this gym and my year with 24HF. They’d just wait until you went to the water fountain and take over.
Irritation: Cramped quarters for mat work, no BOSU and no box steps, but they do have some balance discs that I tried while I was doing bicep curls and they were…um, interesting.
My calves said, “Hey!”, so I’ll be playing around with these little purple discs o’ fun again. I’ll try to capture the moment with my camera for your viewing fun.
Another minor irritation: I’ve been there twice already and no one has complimented me on my form! I’ll give them another week…
So that’s where I am, working up a sweat in air-conditioned splendor. And then I have to leave the gym and re-enter the blast furnace that is outdoor Memphis just now. It’s a sad day when I’d rather be standing in the gym next to a guy whose deodorant failed sometime before than pounding the sidewalks of my beloved tree-filled neighborhood or zipping down a bike path, but there you have it. I’m just fortunate to have options!
With that, I’m off to take care of today’s exercise which is weeding and mowing with a side of kitchen scrubbing for cross training. Unfortunately, I can’t think of a way to do that at the gym.
I hope you’re keeping your cool, wherever you are!