After a three-week hiatus from the gym, I started working out again yesterday. It’s not so easy to restart working out. I just told Monica’s Tangled Web that working out is one of the things that keeps me focused on some of the good things that I’ve picked up here in The Kingdom and away from not so good stuff that happens. So, this is the conversation my brain and body had:
Body: What do you mean you’re doing 30 minutes on the bike? I haven’t been in this sweatbox for three weeks now. How about twenty?
Brain: No. You need to push yourself more. Stop being lazy. You’ve been lying around long enough. You’re falling by the wayside and beginning to look like shit. And I feel like shit.
Body: Speak for your damn self, okay?
Brain: Look, the wedding’s tomorrow. You don’t look as good now as you did a month ago. I’m ashamed to even be associated with you these days. Get on the damn bike and let’s do this.
Body: Okay but I get to stop for rest when I want.
Brain: Sure thing. Long as you do thirty minutes.
Body: Uuggghh…I’m dying. And you forgot to bring the water. I’m so thirsty. I’m so tired. I’m so–.
Brain: Shut up and keep going.
Body: You told me I could rest.
Brain: Take one.
After 30 minutes on the bike.
Brain: See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?
Body: I told you I could do it. I wish you’d stop doubting me at every turn.
Brain: Now, let’s do some sets on the weight bench.
Body: You’re trying to kill me!
Brain: Shut up and get your ass on the bench. I’m getting sleepy.
Body: And you should be. Got me moving around like some guru at 5:30 in the damn morning. What the –.
Brain: Get over here and stop wasting time. We can take a nap when we get back to the villa.
Body: Well, let’s be swift about it then. I’m ready to lay down anyway.
After pressing weights on the bench.
Brain: That wasn’t so bad after all, was it? Don’t you feel better about yourself? We’ll come back in the morning. We’ve gotta get back into our routine, you know. Just wait until you get back to the states. You’re gonna be the shit, thanks to me.