New additions to my gym. Yay!
Feeling sorry for myself.
I'm Celeste, a magazine editor living in Phoenix.
Get ready for a lot of fitness, a lot of sass and a lot of froyo.
I’m pretty sure the guy behind me is growling.
My gym parking validation now covers three hours instead of two.
This means …
I can get in a sweat-inducing workout in the morning AND shower!
Before, I would only have about 70 minutes to work out if I wanted to shower at the gym. (I have to factor in parking, getting to/from the garage to the gym, dressing, etc. The downside of having a gym downtown.)
And let’s be honest: that just isn’t enough! Many days I’d have to split up my lifting and cardio to avoid the time constraint. I’ll be wasting a lot less time now, yay!
P.S. - My BFF the parking lot attendant was so excited to tell me this morning. She always congratulates me on making the two-hour mark within one or two minutes. It’s a precise science!
My fellow gym patrons are especially smelly this morning.
But after a very crazy 24 hours, I think I deserve a break.
Last-minute client meeting. Last-minute resume/portfolio/strategy gathering. Last-minute client obtaining (!!!).
So, this morning’s 3-mile run is enough. I don’t need to kill myself.
I do need my bed. And a book.
See you at 4 a.m. for Body Pump.
The bro next to me on the elliptical is watching football.
But he can’t keep his eyes off of my … TV. Playing Paula Deen.
Just changed the channel. Sorry I’m not sorry, bro.
So many New Year’s Resolutioners at the gym.
I may die. Let me exercise in empty silence, please.
My workspace. Christmas tumbler (with an e), Everyday Food and The Imperfectionists.
Currently one of four people in the gym. Body Pump in 50 minutes.
- Front desk: Weren't you here this morning?
- Celeste: ...Yeah...
- Trainer: She's one of those.
- Celeste: I'm sorry! I'm training for a marathon!
- Trainer: Hell yeah! ::high five::
Treadmill stompers are the worst.
Good morning from my second home!
I felt like royalty showering and getting ready at the gym. Apparently it’s a locker room for queens. Naked queens. With not enough shame.
Looks like I’ll be working out in the morning more often. Hooray!
P.S. - Am I the only one who doesn’t like walking around naked with a bunch of strangers? I’m pretty sure I was the only clothed person in there.
Tonight I bought the final touches to my gym shower adventure kit. I haven’t used a public shower since living in the dorms. I guess if I survived two years of communal hygiene, I can handle this. At least my gym is brand spankin’ new (and probably the nicest gym in Phoenix ha).
I definitely just spent the past hour getting ready for tomorrow. I have everything together for my run, Body Pump, showering before school, snacks, and clothes for personal training in the afternoon. I’m leaving the house at 4:50 a.m. and won’t get back until 4 p.m. Gnarly.
Three tote bags later, I’m ready for bed.
So. I loved Body Pump this morning.
Unfortunately it basically … never works with my schedule. I love my gym because it’s always empty but, as a result, there aren’t many classes offered!
There is a class on Tuesday/Thursday mornings from 6 to 7. I run on those mornings, so hypothetically I could do it if I ran from 4:45 to 5:30. I’d have to shower/get ready at the gym also, then head to work. I’ve never done that before, and I’m kind of sketched out.
It may just be a bit too hectic with scheduling, but I think it’s a worth a try. It would definitely be a nice addition to my routine.