Probably not many of you since my last post got 3 hits... but it was one of the only ones I didn't directly post on my Facebook, so... there's that.
I sure could use a deep, painful, unforgiving, soul-scarring massage right now. You see, I used to work out. A lot, actually. For a little under a year, I had the gym bug, which I am trying to get back again. But it was all in convenience. This was back when I was in Bremerton temporarily but still working in Seattle.
The Bremerton ferry would drop me off in Seattle and I would exit the ferry terminal where you see the big red dot. Now, there were two ferries I could take. One that would get me into Seattle at around 7:50am, when I worked at 7:45. My work is the big green dot. Now, this was a corporate cruise line I worked for and being even 1 minute late added up to repercussion. So that wasn't an option at all. I had to take a ferry that got me into Seattle an hour and a half before work.
Now, during lunch one day I decided to go tanning. The only tanning option in this 'financial district' of Seattle was at this gym located on 2nd and Cherry (big blue dot), just downhill from my work. I went in, went tanning, and I saw signs saying they were celebrating their 2 year anniversary at that location and were offering memberships with no enrollment fee for $14 (!!) a month. So I decided, yes, of course I am going to do that. I even got a personal trainer twice a week for a couple months to sort of show me the ropes. It wasn't cheap, but I was saving some major money, both a.) with the $14 gym membership, and b.) living in Bremerton.
Now the reason I included a map in this story is because, if you look at the location of everything, it works out absolutely perfectly. I had to get to Seattle a hour and a half early before work so I wouldn't be late, and what else am I going to do? Well, on the way to work, why not waltz my ass 2 blocks uphill to my gym, work out, shower, change for work, and then walk the remainder of the way up those steep-ass Seattle hills.
So I was working out 5 to 6 days a week. Sometimes even on weekends I would stay overnight in Seattle and before heading back to Bremerton, I'd hit the gym. It was great. I went from a scrawny guy who fluctuated between 125 to 135lbs at 12-14% body fat to a solid 155lbs with 7% body fat. It was awesome.
Then I moved back to Seattle. To Capitol Hill. And I switched jobs. I was working on Capitol Hill. If you're on Capitol Hill, at the way at the top of the city, you don't wander downhill for any reason. Everything you need is there. So I stopped going to the gym. But they wouldn't let me cancel over the phone, I sort of forgot about it, switched banks at some point, accrued debt there since they couldn't charge me and I'm pretty sure I still have a lien on my record somewhere for that.
So I joined 24 hours fitness... which is just down Denny from where I lived. Down, as in downhill. I went here and there. Got a workout buddy who I went with occasionally (Hi, Billy!) and tried to maintain and build, but I just wasn't going enough. Eventually, I lost my job, had to quit completely, and that was the last time I was part of a gym. That was probably mid 2011.
I worked out here and there and went on runs quite a bit. I would work out in Seattle's police gyms, and I technically wasn't allowed to be there so I didn't go as often as I'd like, but tried to squeeze in a lot of night workouts in preparation for trips to Europe or a Caribbean cruise... which was gay. So that's a lot of pressure.
So the reason why I need this life-changing, I-wanna-smack-a-bitch massage? Because I rejoined a gym 2 days ago, did a tri/chest routine my first day and did legs/lower back the 2nd and my entire body is saying "FUCK YOU." When I had my personal trainer, he worked my legs like a mother effer. And after him, I would work on them quite a bit until one day I was doing box jumps, and I didn't quite hit the box and I scraped the shit out of my shin, blood everywhere, still have a scar, it scarred me for life. So leg workouts have not been a focal point in my exercise routine in well over 2 years.
Now I can't walk, sit, stand, lie down, anything. It all hurts. Going downstairs is tricky. But it's all worth it and even with the pain, I enjoy this feeling. Pain means progress, just like day 3 of using Crest Whitestrips when your gums are peeling and you have that acid burning sensation engulfing your mouth in flames... but you have progressively whiter teeth.
ahem...
So that's me. Today. Yeah. I am never one for posting such a graphic photo for all to see on the internet, but hey. I want to keep track of my progress and I am holding myself accountable not to let myself be seen as not trying hard enough, so now that you see that, I'll have to follow up with progress, or else I'm a loser with no friends.
Anyway, I just posted a shirtless pic of myself on the internet so I am going to step away from the keyboard right now. The reason I'm in a swimsuit is because I'm going to the beach so I can get nice and dark and look like this:
Hi, mom!
I'm out.
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