Last night I went to the gym for the first time in months. I was feeling angry and annoyed and knew I wouldn’t be able to get to sleep at a reasonable hour anyway, so I decided to go work out. At midnight. My gym has a 24-hour location about five blocks from my apartment, so I might as well take advantage of that, right? It seemed like a good idea at the time, although I had cause to regret my decision when my alarm went off at 6:30 this morning!
The gym is weird at midnight. It’s really quiet, which is awesome since I hate it when it’s super crowded. It’s pretty much just big beefy guys who work out that late- there were only three other women there, and I think two of them just stayed in the locker room, which is pretty weird. I don’t know if I’d go that late again; I’m pretty fuzzy-headed and sleepy today so I don’t think midnight workouts are very sustainable over the long term.
Good for you – my obsessive workout regime leads me to believe that exercise is always a good thing.
And total empathy on the fuzzy head feeling: I get up at 3:30 in the morning so I can fit in my workouts before real life starts.
Sometimes I think I’ll TOTALLY start getting up early to go to the gym before I start work but then I remember that I’d rather kill myself than get up that early for any reason other than catching a flight to a tropical destination.
Go you! Now come and pull my lazy butt off the couch to go with you! 🙂
hahaha first you’ll have to find a flight from Alaska to Vancouver!