I Think I Could Get To Like The Gym

Boyfriend and I decided it was time to join the gym.

For me festive season weight, all many pounds of it, was starting to be difficult to ignore. And believe me I tried. I really, really tried. For Boyfriend it's heading down for a swim after a stressful day at work. Unfortunately I hate exercising in public. And I really hate swimwear. Swimwear is evil. As is sportswear. It has been quite sometime since I did any exercise that required specialist clothing, and I had to go shopping for workout gear. Yuck. It was possibly the most icky shopping experience I can call to mind right now. Evil, sadistic people trying to sell me clothing of clingy material in which I am supposed to jump around, and generally make the wobbly bits . . . . . wobble. If I had a Christmas card list the would all be off it. Assuming I would have random shop staff I don't know on this imaginary list to start with.

Icky shopping done, the next challenge was to actually go to the gym.

I decided to start gently. As gently as possible. Today I sat in the sauna, the steam room, the hot tube and splashed in the pool. I looked at the gym from the hot tub and the pool. So I was close. It was heaven. Not the looking at the gym, the sauna and things. Very relaxing. And definitely the sort of end to my day I could get used to. I have an induction day at the gym tomorrow, and I am going to find out what treatments are on offer at the spa, then to relax I'm off to the pool again.

Yup, I think I could start to like the gym. If not the exercise part so much.