The gym. It's a place where many people put on their New Year's resolution to go to more often and where they dread to come at the same time. It's not the physical location that people don't like, it's what they have to do in there that brings chill to people's spine and cause the thought of disgust to spring to life. We all know the health benefits and the negative consequences if we decide not to go to the gym; we don't want to be like the diabetic grandmother who sits on her bed waiting for the daily insulin injection and who is filled with regrets because she didn't take care of her body at a young age earlier on. We don't want to be the guy who has to come to the hospital and have the doctors put electric currents into the heart because it stops pumping as there is a block in his main arteries. No we do not want any of that.
Like many young adults, I vowed to go to the gym this year and my sister and I even bought a monthly pass and made a commitment to go there every week. Time will tell if we are disciplined enough to continue with our quest but so far, I went to the gym two days straight and my experience there had been not of an excitement. How can an activity be exciting if you have to force yourself to go? I go there because I have to, not because I want to. After leaving the gym yesterday, I felt different. I felt more energized, refreshed, and filled with the attitude that I can do anything. It's weird, it's uncanny. I've been to other gyms countless times but had never felt this way before. It was like a surge of positive energy decided to rain over me and embraced me with all its goodies and love. The future seems brighter and more approachable now rather than being the menace that tries to pick and probe my peace of mind. Life sure knows how to toss surprises at us when we least expected. I can't explain why I felt that way but the feeling is worth a trip to a place I despise and going back to the gym is definitely on my to-do list.
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