I go to the gym during my lunch break. I actually only get a 1/2 hour for lunch, but stay late so I can have a whole hour. I love my gym time. Since I've gone basically every work day since two weeks after I started here last August, I know the people who work there. They start to get concerned when I miss days. It's a wonderful feeling, like I almost belong to a little gym people society or something.
I started going to the gym because I love running, and they had treadmills. I was enamored with the idea that I would be able to start running again, and could run everyday. Six months of running a few miles everyday, and my right hip was VERY angry. I had to stop running so much, or else feel like an old lady every time I walked. Now, I do my "exercises" (I paid to see the personal trainer for these, and plan to do so again very soon) on Tuesday and Thursday and run the rest of the week. Unless I'm reading a good book, then I'll do the elliptical so I can read at the same time.
Once my job started getting stressful, then the gym time became so much more than just a hobby. It basically became my only way to release the stress of the morning. Each day, when I walk up the hill to the gym, I'm basically like Old Faithful ready to blow. Get me to the treadmill quick! The walk back down the hill is better, I feel calmer, though realizing that my calm is going to be tested soon.
Today, the gym became something completely unexpected. It became my fashion inspiration. Weird right? I'll explain. Last week I posted a Tank Top that I liked from Anthropologie. I realized today the gym tank I had brought to work out in was exactly the same shape. I figured I could copy the basic shape for my tank top creation.
After work today I'm going to go to the fabric store and grab some nice sheer fabric for my tank. Then I'm going to get to work. I'm hoping that it will be done in time for the weekend.
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