A couple weeks ago I decided to try out the gym with my husband, who got a membership. The gym is the closest to us but is still 30 minutes away from our home. I have been craving the equipment of the gym for a long time now, so I gave it a try.
Of course, I loved being at the gym; it always feels like home for me. Looking in the mirror was tough, though, as I could see the wear and tear on my body during the last few months. That middle-aged poundage was apparent to me, and though I know that I am my biggest critic, my daughter recently said, “mom, not to hurt your feelings, but you’ve gained some weight.” Trust a kid for the truth.
The following week I wanted to share my excitement about the gym with my niece, so I texted her to meet me there. We worked out together and it felt really great. I enjoy supporting people in their workouts, and in their wellness journeys in general. When I do that, I feel that I help myself, also.
By the third visit to the gym, I began to feel that familiar longing to have my own space again at home for a gym where I can again record my workouts and also offer at-home sessions. That has been put on the back burner since the summer due to financial challenges. Today, however, we received some money from clients that we had been waiting on for a long time and I thought:
So today I got to it. I brought up all my previous paperwork from the summer for the home gym space and I got to sorting out items in order of importance. The list is long, as anyone knows who attempts to rennovate a garage space into a gym on a tight budget. I purchased what I could afford and now I am dreaming BIG TIME about this space again.
Here I was in the summer, cleaning it out. Since then, the walls have been washed and the floor has been scrubbed, a window has been repired. I have a lot of work to do to get this space ready.