Pretty much the whole time I was thinking about 3 things:
- This creepy-ass man beside me who was seriously just looking at me as I ran while he "stretched". Bleh!
- What great technique this girl had with her squats on Fit For Duty, the show that was on the tvs.
- And I was checking out what sort of weights they had over there.
They didn't have all the fancy weight stuff that Ball State has down in it's basement, but they had a lot. While I was running I had this sudden urge to hit something, to exert strength in some manner. This feeling goes all the way back to when my siblings and I were growing up, and still goes on to this day really. My dad has always been strong. The man is built like a solid wall. And growing up we did a lot of projects all the time and they demanded that you have the strength to cope with it. So my siblings and I have always known strength.
Well when I started doing my workout this summer I was doing a ton of cardio, which isn't bad, but it wasn't fulfilling for me. I finally figured out what it was: I needed to feel strong again. So this was actually really good for me today going into the gym. Got my warm-up on the treadmill for half an hour then worked out with the weights for 20 min.
We're thinking of doing this every Tues/Thurs. We'll see how long we stay with it, but I really enjoyed myself. And actually I liked it a bit more than just running outside. On the treadmill I can see how far I've gone, how fast I'm going, and really no one cares about what you look like running. Everyone has their headphones in and is just doing their own thing.
Good finish to a Tuesday :)
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