Here's the deal. I love going to the gym. I never thought I'd say that. I never thought I'd be the gym-going sort of person, but I am, and I love it. Frankly, I don't love the ellipticals or the treadmills or the stationary bikes (if I'm going to run or bike I can do that outside). I love the pool and the sauna and the yoga and any other class that seems interesting to me. I love doing things in that group setting that I wouldn't necessarily do on my own. With winter just around the corner, I foresee that I'll be going to the gym more and more...if anything just to sit in the sauna and warm up. I love that sauna!
There is, however, one problem with my gym excursions. I feel horribly guilty. I feel like there are a thousand other things I should be doing. I should be cleaning. I should be working. I should be walking Cody. I should, I should, I should. It's funny. Even as I type this, I keep thinking of what my voice teacher in college used to always say, "Don't should on yourself." Still, though, I feel guilty for taking that time out of the day for myself.
I don't feel guilty on my runs. I have Cody with me, and they're early enough in the morning that I know that if I weren't running I'd be sleeping, so I feel proud for choosing the healthier route. The gym, though, usually comes mid-morning because that's when all the classes I like are held. So, I leave the house thinking, "I should be doing something else right now."
The thing is, I really love my gym time. I love that time spent on me. I love the quiet of the sauna and the rhythm of the water in the pool. I love the flow of yoga and pace of BodyPump. I love leaving the gym and feeling like some fit and cool gym-goer. I love all of it, so I'm not willing to give it up.
I guess I'll just have to start getting things more done when I'm not at the gym.