Do you know how many muscle groups it takes to lift a hair dryer, and then blow dry one’s hair?
Almost as many as it takes to successfully remove clothing, step into the shower, and bathe.
Of course, I was never really aware of this until recently. You see, Brian and I joined a gym.
It’s a small little place, with tons of equipment packed into it. Each elliptical and treadmill has its own television, which works out well for those that want to watch ESPN (Brian) or Jerry Springer (the chick next to me the other day) while they sweat away the pounds.
Me? I’m an iPod girl. All the way. Put some tunes in my ears and I’m ready to go. (Especially if it’s the New Kids on the Block.)
We’ve been at it for a little over a week now. For the first few days, we were going in the evenings after work, just to get the feel of the place and the people who worked there. But as we pulled into a packed parking lot last Wednesday afternoon, we decided that it might be better to try the early mornings before work, in hopes that the line for the water fountain wouldn’t be three people deep at any given time.
And it works. Arriving at the gym before 7:00 a.m. ensures us side-by-side training equipment for the duration of our stay.
However, when the alarm clock rings in the wee hours of the morning, we inevitably have a conversation that goes something like this:
Brian wakes gracefully, for the most part. It takes him a few minutes to get the brain engines revved, but once they are, he’s up and pleasant and ready to face the day.
I SUCK at getting up early. Always have, and probably always will. I’m usually cranky in the mornings, I rarely say more than five words at a time, and if you were the one who woke me, then you should rue the day you were born. I’m not a nice morning person. Which is why, when Brian first suggested getting up early for morning workouts, I may or may not have growled at him.
But, believe it or not, it seems to be working. I’m awake and chipper (and sore) by the time we leave the gym. I have more energy throughout the day. And I’m hoping to start racking up some serious pounds lost soon.
Just promise me you’ll pray for Brian, y’all. Because he’s in charge of waking me each morning. Poor guy.