As a way to chronicle the journey to a healthier me, I'll write about different aspects of the process. It's mostly to keep me accountable, but it'll also be cool to reflect on when I reach my goal.
This week, I wanted to share where the pain magic happens. I'm lucky to have a nice gym in my complex. The "fitness center" in other places I've resided usually consisted of a busted treadmill and rickety '80s Bowflex equipment even the Goodwill would reject.
Sometimes there are nasty people who don't wipe down the machines (ewwwwwwwwwww) or those who are just plain psycho (the dude who tried to duct tape a laptop to the treadmill). But it's still better than nothing.
Sometimes there are nasty people who don't wipe down the machines (ewwwwwwwwwww) or those who are just plain psycho (the dude who tried to duct tape a laptop to the treadmill). But it's still better than nothing.
And I'm happy to report that I dropped seven pounds and successfully completed the first stage of my running program this past week. Go me!
[Top: The motivating view of the pool from the treadmill / Second: The cardio area where I spend the majority of my workouts / Third: The trusty stairclimber / Bottom: Gettin' swoll on the weight machines]
