Everyone comes to a crossroads in their life. Mine is now. Changing my career, taking control of my health, cultivating my hobbies and dealing with a married life, I’m making a valiant attempt to juggle all of the above, successfully.
This part is about me taking control of my health. Months of brisk walking didn’t help, my yoga classes are only thrice a week so in a desperate bid to get into shape, I have joined a gym. The first few days there, every moment was spent dreading the aches that would plague me for another ten days or so. But I’m glad to report that I’ve not chickened out, my stamina has improved and have tried my best to be regular with my workouts.
It’s hard to not notice the characters in the gym. The baby faced teenager whose main goal is to turn the baby fat into muscle, the beefcake who comes to gym reeking of cheap perfume, the struggling actor who thinks working out will get them the part even if they don’t have the looks for it, the middle aged GI Jane trying to revive her youth and the bedroom eyes boy toy she keeps making googly eyes at. Aaaah, you gotta love the gym.
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