I did it, y'all. I finally did it. Tonight, I went to the gym for the first time in well over a year.
And not just any gym, but my new gym. And my neighborhood's new gym - - The Lakeview Athletic Club.
It's directly across the street from my old gym and I feel like a big ole' gay Benedict Arnold, but LVAC is quite possibly the nicest and best gym in the city right now.
Everything is state of the art, the men's locker room is a religious experience (and for once, not just because of all the hot naked guys inside, but because of the actual DESIGN), there are two - - count 'em TWO!! - - pools (one indoor and one outdoor) and they have a KILLER discount for theatre artists that brought my monthly membership fee to EXACTLY the same price I was paying across the street.
Everyone told me that once you get out of the habit of going to the gym, it's very hard to get back IN the habit...
...I wonder if the same is true for nuns and their wimples. I mean, once those gals are allowed to take off the habit, I'll bet it's hard to get 'em back IN the habit, wouldn't you think?...
...and I hadn't been in a long friggin' time. But I waited until a little before 9:00 p.m., so that I wouldn't be intimidated with that huge after-work "workout boy" crowd and so that I could get myself acquainted with the machines and the general layout of this four story gym.
And when I put on my favorite A&F tank top, I realized that the last time it had been worn was at the beach this July at Hilton Head. It smelled EXACTLY like suntan lotion and sunshine and sand.
Nope, I hadn't washed it and thank the Lord that I hadn't, because it put me in a fantastic mood. "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows." You know, all that and Lesley Gore, too.
The workout felt great. And just like when I was in my old routine, I'm really looking forward to the next one.
Wednesday. 'Cause you know this bitch is gonna be sore tomorrow morning.