If you read the post with my heartfelt feelings about
the gym at work (August 3, 2016), you will remember that I hate the gym and had
really high hopes of the gym at work being a place where my fellow co-workers
were one with exercise and maybe a tiny bit friendly I was so, so
wrong. (Please keep in mind that I am not a “people” person so that I
even give a shit that people are grumpy and rude is odd in itself. I just
think being a gym turd is so not necessary at work.) Alas, that lasted a
few months and I flipped the preverbal bird to the gym. The people at the
gym at lunch never became even remotely friendly and, in some cases, down right
bitchy.
A few months ago now, a friend/co-worker suggested that we
hit the gym after work (therefore extending my extra-long, painful work
day). I was not enthused at first however after a couple of weeks I
realized that the lunch time bitches were not there, it was nice to go to the
gym with someone who makes sure you don’t have a heart attack on the treadmill
and it helps with the fatigue I experience after work (and stops me from
falling asleep when I am driving home!). The downside? Apparently
the “after work crowd” are super, bloody fit and I am, by far, the fattest
hamster on the wheel. No, it does not inspire me to work harder so please
do not suggest that crap. Even though I shed a fat, little tear every
time I am there, I will continue on (mostly so I can get back to running on the
road when winter finally passes) and so I can continue to think I can drink
beer and the calories are negative because I worked out.
