My son posted this on his Facebook page the day I wrote the title for this next post. I found it a little ironic that he had posted it on the same day when he knows nothing of my blog. The statement is really how I could describe my love affair with the gym.
I have always been committed to working out ~ feeling dedicated but not as consistent as I would like to be with a workout program. I need and like the accountability that I have to myself and to my trainer and friend. Being accountable to my trainer may sound silly. Yes I am paying him for a service ~ but he *brings it* every time! Pushing me past the limits that I didn't think I could cross over with the energy to keep me motivated each and every time I train. Whether it be in class format or one on one. Our relationship has turned into one of mutual respect. Not only is he my trainer but my friend, a friend that I want to put the work out for and make proud, a friend that has put the work into me.
During this process I have learned to LOVE the gym again. LOVE the feel of the burn. LOVE the gratifying feeling that the workout is over, but it was a great workout and I got thru it, completing it. The LOVE/HATE relationship I still have with those damm burpees!! LOVE the way I anticipate each workout and challenge that my trainer has set out for me. LOVE the not so nice feeling of the sweat dripping down my back and off my face. LOVE of the anticipation to do it all over again!!
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