breaking news: the gym absolutely sucks after a long day of work.

runlikeella:

There is no nice way for me to say that.

It just blows. (#gymbratproblems, I know.)

But there are days like today, when I get so absolutely busy that I begin thinking all my running around totally counts as a workout, that I’m grateful my gym is stationed right outside my subway stop so I have no excuse to not go. I have never been a nighttime exerciser; I’m the bitter kind of morning person who is a morning person against her will and needs all the coffee in the world, and every time I go to the gym at night, I always think it’ll be easier to bang out however many miles I need to do now that I’ve gotten used to it.

Spoiler alert: it never gets easier.

And while I had to break the monotony of the dreadmill with a break between the miles, my constant bargain with myself is that if I do stop, I have to ramp up each subsequent interval and go even faster.

My legs were really tired after running around all day, and especially after running 10 miles yesterday. Sore does not even begin to cover exactly how difficult it was to even pick up the littlest dictator this morning and put her on the swing set. But things loosened up after a little while, and I’d gotten to the gym earlier than usual tonight, so I figured I ought to try one more encore round, which I started at 6.2 miles per hour and ramped up every minute, so I finished at a 7.1 pace.

… to Whitney Houston. Because I am nothing if not cliche, and I Wanna Dance With Somebody will be the repeat song for… oh, the rest of my life.

(Or until they take Mariah from me, but God, if you do that, I will stage an insurrection and a coup and take. you. out. Let me have my Mariah forever, thanks so much!)

(Source: meandmyworkout.com, via andellasaid)