I’m turning into some sort of vaguely human-shaped amorphous blob. I haven’t worked out since before I broke up with my gym two weeks ago. My self identity and self worth is taking a serious hit here.
Today I broke down and went back to the comforting (if scaly and slimy homogeneous big-chain) arms of 24 Hour Fitness. It’s cheaper than the old place. It has better hours. It has multiple outlets, a lot of which I can visit for one low low monthly fee. One of those outlets is mere blocks from my apartment. Another is opening in August very close to my office. The logic seems air-tight on this one.
Sure, it’s not the same sort of workout to which I’ve become accustomed. But it’s a far sight better than spending all night at home on my ass in front of my laptop.