I finally got back to the gym this morning. I've had a few weeks of injury, stress, and just NO TIME FOR ME (and OK, a fairly large dose of feeling sorry for myself), and I'm so over it! So this morning I hauled my butt out of my cosy bed at 5:40am and headed off to the gym.
Enthusiasm was a little lacking as I dragged myself through the dark car park and into the less-than-stunning fluoro-lit surroundings of The Skanky Gym. The reception staff are usually surly at that hour of the day, but this morning, the girl on duty looked up at me and said with a huge smile, "hey, I saw you in a magazine!" She was way more impressed than the occasion demanded.... but it made me smile and put a little bounce in my step.
My workout went well - I took the weights down a little on chest and shoulders, since a) I haven't trained for 3 weeks *ahem* .....AND b) I have this sucky shoulder injury which I really don't want to aggravate. But IT FELT SO GOOD to be training again.
Tonight, I'm heading back there for some bike intervals before training a new client.
The last few weeks have been filled with plenty of activity (sanding, painting, cleaning, moving stuff), and there's been muscle soreness galore, but it's just not the same. Nothing produces endorphins like heaving a pair of rusty dumbbells around at 6:00am on a cold morning does.