I really, really hate going to the gym. I hate lifting weights, I hate doing crunches and planks, I hate the elliptical machines…all of it. Nevertheless, I’m there three times a week after work, doing my best to distract myself with my iPod and whatever’s on television at the gym while I grind through a workout and hate myself and life. I have to exercise, because like many people I work at a desk all day, and I have no desire to dig myself an early grave due to a sedentary lifestyle. I will admit that when I finish my workout at the gym, I feel great. But I don’t know if that’s due to the exercise, or the fact that I’m done doing something I hate, and I’ve got a respite of a day or two before I have to do it all over again.
I won’t lie: I dislike most forms of physical exercise. The one I do enjoy is riding my bike. Unfortunately, I can only do that for about six months out of the year, if I’m lucky. Once it’s too dark after work or there’s ice on the ground…that’s it until the spring thaw.
As for other exercise options available to me, they are all sadly expensive. I practiced tai chi in 2005, which did wonders for my health. (I used to have joint pains, and tai chi knocked that shit out in a matter of months.) It was a few hundred dollars for three months’ worth of classes, which wasn’t unreasonable, but once I returned to school I had to drop it. I could not afford both. Since then, cost of living and such has also gone up, so unless I feel like dropping all of my other hobbies, an expensive fitness class is a no-go.
My local health and recreation center’s got some various fitness classes that I may look into, but thus far, I haven’t really seen any that interest me. Sorry, folks, hip-hop aerobics is not in my wheelhouse, and nobody wants me fart launching on a yoga mat.
The fact remains…I still need to exercise, and I’m still going to hate it. It’s a vicious circle of misery that seemingly has no end.