It is always dangerous to
generalize, so I hesitate to say this, but, I’m going to get crazy and do it
anyway: no one totally loves going to
the gym for itself. Maybe people like
the feeling they get from having been there.
Maybe they like the music in the spin class, or that guy who is always
hanging out by the cable machine, but mostly we go to the gym for reasons other
than love for barbells, dumbbells, and cardio machines.
We go so that when we go on
vacation, we can take the fabulous hike up the cliffs that overlook the
sea. We go so that we can help our older
relatives shift that sleeper sofa without spending the next week in a close
personal relationship with an ice pack.
We go so that we can run up and down the sidelines at all those soccer
games our kids are playing in, yelling encouragement (if we go to yell
imprecations at the refs or a bunch of criticisms at players, I have to say
that I don’t support that!!!!).
Motivation will rarely
come from the iron or the rubber or the plastic we find in the gym itself. It comes from the experiences we get to have
after we’ve used all those things, the ones that open our hearts and make our
spirits soar.
Why are we going to work
out today?
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