Wednesday, January 30, 2013
My gym is the sort of gym that it doesn't matter what you wear; just that you show up. I love the fact that if half way through my workout I feel like my shirt is holding me down, I'll just take it off and throw it anywhere. I love the fact that my gym plays a stereo loud and proud, and always on the perfect station. I love the fact that I don't have to wait for a treadmill to become available, or that the last person's sweat wasn't wiped down. And as soon as my workout is done, the shower is ready and waiting for me with my favorite soaps!
Is it weird that I'm becoming addicted to running just for the amazing feeling of the shower after it?