This year seems to have disappeared by very quickly so far. It felt like my year only really got started in April or so after I got a job and moved house. I keep thinking we should be about March or so, but no its mid July and spring is in 6 weeks (though the weather would beg to differ).
A lot has happened this year, I resigned from my old job, did some temping, finished a Bond girl challenge, went sugar free for 7 long weeks, got a new full time job back practice nursing, moved house, tried my hand at dating, finished my post grad study, learned to like some beers, started eat meat for winter and stopped my gym membership...
And also got a little bit lazy by Ginnie standards (no laughing Donna). Which I think was ok very much ok given the amount that I had going on, starting a new job takes up a lot of energy and thinking I reckon. I’ve been there about 16 weeks now and I’ve figured that its time to get back into some of the things I love and build me up. So back to blogging (relatively easy) and back to the gym (way harder than I thought).
Despite no gym membership I’ve been doing ok with exercise – a swim, a run up the mountain and a very gentle yoga session has managed to do me once a week. But clothes have been starting to get a bit tight and it’s all been a little bit easy – there has been no reason to push myself or try to go longer or harder. It’s also been getting cold, wet and miserable so runs have been tricky, and I really don’t want to get sick. So hello City Fitness flyer, hello 1 week trial, hello muscles I knew I had, but conveniently forgot about. Every. Thing. Hurts. Hello panadol, hot showers and lush muscle massage bars. In a strange way I like the pain. Its pain for being alive, for making my body work harder, better, more efficiently, faster. The pain is worth it for the endorphin rush from trying new exercises, or ones that my body remembers but does clumsily. It’s a rush that I can’t get by exercising alone. All round goodness, well asides from the fact that the week trial finishes tonight and its looking like I’m going to be back stuck into a yearlong contract and have the guilt of paying for a membership, but not always using it as much as I should! So it’s the weigh up: indoor-warm-endorphin-producing-rush-combine-with-cute-gym-boys-and-others-to-motivate-me VS. Paying-an-arm-and-a-leg-on-membership. I can totes do without an arm and a leg right?
And going to the gym totally makes you holy right?
