Monday, March 9, 2009

I hate the gym

It's true. I freaking hate the gym. I hate everything about it - sweaty people, stupid machines, my complete inability to multitask while there, etc. When I run, I feel uncoordinated and gloppy. Come to think of it, I pretty much feel like that anytime I'm moving, but it's particularly strong when running.

If you know me, I'm sure you can think of at least one klutzy Megan incident. Someday I'll share the story of how I broke my hand by running into a door frame. Those lemon bars were delicious.

That's what makes this whole thing kind of unlikely. I'm not one of those people who like working out. But I really want to do this. Even if it makes me go like this:


  1. I agree, I don't enjoy working out either. Or, at least, I didn't...I'm actually quite enjoying it this time around. Perhaps it's because I've got a goal and I'm doing it at my own pace for the first time, ever? I think for me, not trying to keep up with someone else or someone else's expectations of me has been key.