[Kind of] hobby #3
For those of you who actually pay attention to my blog, you should be asking yourself…self…where is hobby #2? Funny story. So I normally blog on my phone at work between calls because its convenient and easy, and I can add my pictures right from my phone. So about three weeks ago, I started blogging about hobby #2. And all my coworkers were cracking jokes and making fun of me because I really wanted to get my blog posted before I left work for the night. Why, one might ask? Well because SOMETIMES my blogs just don’t save on my phone…or my jailbroken iphone decides to reboot in the middle of my typing…so I lose all my good words. For those of you who blog, you must know how frustrating that is. To write something perfectly the very first time…and being so disappointed when you fail at trying to replicate it. It’s the worst. It’s like almost as bad as losing a loved one…I wouldn’t know, really. All (most) of my loved ones are still alive and kicking (thank you baby Jesus for that). But I kind of know what it feels like to mourn the loss of something or someone you loved. And maybe one day, I’ll tell you all about my heartbreak. BUT lucky for you…today is not that day. Today we are talking about hobby #3!
So this has kind of been a hobby for almost two years. The reason I call it [kind of] hobby is because I struggle with commitment to this hobby. I really, truly do enjoy it. Once I’m in and there and moving, I really do love it. My problem is actually getting there. Ahhh yes, you guessed it. The gym. My favorite thing about my gym going excursions is my muscles. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m kind of strong. Not as strong as I’d like to be…but I’m getting there. When I first started working out a little over a year ago, I could hardly bench 40 lbs on a Smith Machine. Now I’m up to 65 lbs on a regular bench press. It’s so cool to actually see the progess and compare my files from a year ago to where they are now. I like that. I like progress. I also like the way it makes my brain feel. Brains are weird. Brains are also another topic for another day. It really is amazing how our minds are affected by doing physical work. Sweating, lifting, moving…it makes me a better person, not only physically, but most importantly to me…mentally.
My least favorite things about the gym are:: 1. the smell. I swear, other peoples sweat smells really bad. My sweat does NOT smell THAT bad. Even when I go 4 days without showering, I don’t smell like that. The smell of hundreds of stinky people in the same is atrocious. Sometimes, I get wiffs of the gym when I’m out and about and it makes me want to punch something. Ugh. 2. why does the gym close at 11pm? I really need it to be open later. My schedule is whack…I don’t wake up until noon on most every day. Which means I don’t get to bed until at least 2am, if not later. That extra hour could really help a sister out. 3. callices. Eww gross. Callices are almost as gross as sweat. I always get complimented on my soft hands. I don’t like to shake hands or touch other peoples hands, but when I do, I need to make sure they’re in good shape. Especially since I’m trying to start thinking about maybe possibly wanting to consider the idea of maybe starting to date again [and for those of you wondering, I will not date anyone with a single letter as his first name]. I can’t be having rough, manly hands on this new adventure that I’m finally starting!
With a little push from my best good friend and living companion (shout out to Andi), I purchased myself a pair of gym gloves. I finally did it. I’ve been talking about doing it since last June. I feel like I’m a big kid now. It also gives me a little bit more motivation to get there. It’s like wearing new clothes to school or work. It makes your day just a little sweeter with a new pair of heels and a new hot pink shirt. They’re a little big on my miniature hands…but they’ll do the trick. Check em out! Wish me luck with hobby #3!
So this has kind of been a hobby for almost two years. The reason I call it [kind of] hobby is because I struggle with commitment to this hobby. I really, truly do enjoy it. Once I’m in and there and moving, I really do love it. My problem is actually getting there. Ahhh yes, you guessed it. The gym. My favorite thing about my gym going excursions is my muscles. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m kind of strong. Not as strong as I’d like to be…but I’m getting there. When I first started working out a little over a year ago, I could hardly bench 40 lbs on a Smith Machine. Now I’m up to 65 lbs on a regular bench press. It’s so cool to actually see the progess and compare my files from a year ago to where they are now. I like that. I like progress. I also like the way it makes my brain feel. Brains are weird. Brains are also another topic for another day. It really is amazing how our minds are affected by doing physical work. Sweating, lifting, moving…it makes me a better person, not only physically, but most importantly to me…mentally.
My least favorite things about the gym are:: 1. the smell. I swear, other peoples sweat smells really bad. My sweat does NOT smell THAT bad. Even when I go 4 days without showering, I don’t smell like that. The smell of hundreds of stinky people in the same is atrocious. Sometimes, I get wiffs of the gym when I’m out and about and it makes me want to punch something. Ugh. 2. why does the gym close at 11pm? I really need it to be open later. My schedule is whack…I don’t wake up until noon on most every day. Which means I don’t get to bed until at least 2am, if not later. That extra hour could really help a sister out. 3. callices. Eww gross. Callices are almost as gross as sweat. I always get complimented on my soft hands. I don’t like to shake hands or touch other peoples hands, but when I do, I need to make sure they’re in good shape. Especially since I’m trying to start thinking about maybe possibly wanting to consider the idea of maybe starting to date again [and for those of you wondering, I will not date anyone with a single letter as his first name]. I can’t be having rough, manly hands on this new adventure that I’m finally starting!
With a little push from my best good friend and living companion (shout out to Andi), I purchased myself a pair of gym gloves. I finally did it. I’ve been talking about doing it since last June. I feel like I’m a big kid now. It also gives me a little bit more motivation to get there. It’s like wearing new clothes to school or work. It makes your day just a little sweeter with a new pair of heels and a new hot pink shirt. They’re a little big on my miniature hands…but they’ll do the trick. Check em out! Wish me luck with hobby #3!
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