i love working out.
walking (seldom jogging) on the treadmill, cross-training, stretching, cycling... i love it all.
i was always petrified of joining the gym with preconceived notions based on all that i had heard and assumed.
but i am glad (and how!) that i joined one.
i love how good i feel after a work-out. i like to push myself till the treadmill meter shows me '100% complete'. i like how nobody cares about how fat or thin the person next to him or her is. i like it that it just lets me be. i feel good.
of course the music sometimes is terrible but, well, tolerable. remixed versions of songs like 'Tose naina laage re piya saanware...' which are absolutely irrelevant unless of course there's a budding gym love story, which i highly doubt. i carry my mp3 player sometimes and succumb to the loud music when i don't.
and of course there are those ladies who can't stop complaining to their trainers about how much more they have to work out.
yes of course there are the guys who can't stop looking admiringly at every mirror they pass by.
and then some trainers who stand in a group and discuss their new year plans, failed relationships and hopeful new associations.
to those like me: i believe
we can work it out. we can get back in shape and make all those who made fun of us eat their words and then put on weight too!
a note to myself this year would be: work out, don't burn out.
and with that, another pathetic version of a famous track plays: 'allll izzz wellll....'
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*walking faster*