I love going to the gym. I love the high afterwards, the metabolic feeling of accomplishment and joy from a successful workout. I love when I’m done and can feel the energy coursing through me, like I just spent all of mine to complete this task and yet I’m invigorated to do more, more, more. It’s an overwhelming sense of accomplishment amidst others who are accomplishing their own lofty goals as well. Ultimately, the gym is where we go to improve ourselves, to harden our resolves and grow physically. Admiring those who go to the gym more regularly than myself is one of my most common gym activities; it can be easy to get caught up in the marvel of it all, and seeing others perform at levels I couldn’t hope to reach soon is oddly inspiring and motivating.
I love the sounds and sights of the gym: the racing of feet on the treadmill, the pacing to and fro on the elliptical, the wheeling front and back on the sitting bike, the heaving and hoing on the pull machine, the crunches and pushups on the floor mats. I don’t usually do weights or floor exercises, at least not yet, but I admire what it takes to complete them the same way I admire all gym activities. It’s a kind of mutual appreciation, maybe.
My connection to the gym, I guess, is mostly admiration for those who are here every day. It’s like looking at The Rock’s Instagram page on a lazy day, and he’s working out at 4am in his personal gym, decked out in every machine you could ever need to accomplish your fitness goals. I look at him and feel in awe of human potential. There’s so much out there that we can accomplish, and taking care of our bodies helps us accomplish those goals. For example, I have aspirations of one day going back to Europe on a backpacking trip, maybe by myself again, and it would be great to not have to worry about whether or not I could climb up the hike in front of me. I remember Arthur’s Seat in Edinburgh specifically, as that took a lot of energy from me. I would love to not have to worry about that in the future, and that’s what the gym is here for. I’m thankful for having a gym so close to our apartment, motivating me to always do better. It’s been a real life-changer, in a delightful and positive way.