I have a tortured relationship with the gym. No surprise, considering that going to the gym often feels like torture. Based on the principle that I'd go more often if it were close, I worked out for several years at the local community center just a mile away. But I live in the suburbs and found it uninspiring to exercise around potatoey-looking suburbanites, so I switched to a gym downtown that has much more motivating eye candy. The problem, of course, is that commuting to the gym is a schlep. So today I tried working out at home, which I found very empowering in a Jack Lalanne kind of way. Just doing push-ups, situps, squats, lunges and using a couple of dumbbells made me feel like I didn't need any fancy equipment to be fit. And, as someone who suffered from a lifetime of feeling like I wasn't enough, it reinforces the notion that I am.
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