We Be Gymmin

My quads hurt from yesterday’s legs sesh in the gym.  I’m pretty sure I took it a little too far, stretching my workout to an hour and half on only my second day in the gym in years.  (Yeah, I said it.  Years.)  After my workout, I jumped on the elliptical and got lost in my thoughts on a rigorous course for roughly twenty-five minutes until I realized I hadn’t taken in enough calories for the day to be working out that aggressively.  But damn did it feel good, an absolute catharsis and a much-needed vacation from the webbed mass taking over my mind.

I feel so proud that I have returned to the gym.  The only other time I was serious about working out was probably about five years ago in January 2003.  I remember I began going because I had graduated high school five months before I had anticipated and despite having a full-time job and taking three classes at a local university, I found myself with free time and military training on the horizon.  I religiously went every day, partnering it with heavy imbibing and a penchant for post-workout cigarettes.  I think this went on for about three months until, for some reason or another, I had to take several consecutive days off.  I couldn’t seem to restart my workout plan thereafter – needless to say, it doesn’t take a lot to deter me.

I had a pretty simple day today with an abs workout that didn’t require the gym.  I’m stoked to get back tomorrow and I can't wait to see what eating right and working out will do to change my physique.