Trial Separation

This is what the gym looks like now!

The gym and me. Our relationship has spanned over 8 years now . Although we've been through the best of times and the worst of times, I never once resented it.

But yesterday, I saw it in a completely different light. All the machines looked like torture apparatus and all the gym instructors like slave drivers ready to crack their whip and make my life a living hell.

Still, I forced myself to walk up the stairs to the locker room in the hope that I could change my mind. Took my towels and ended up slumped on one of the chairs in the locker room.

I.JUST.COULD.NOT.DO.IT. The gym looked too evil, too dark, too sinister and I felt like crying at the idea of running on the treadmill, or stepping on the stepper or huffing and puffing on those darn stationery bikes. Even the thought of endorphins pumping through my veins was not enough to get my ass off the sofa.

It's soo weird. Our relationship has somehow reached a plateau and I'm hoping I can revive it. But for now, we're taking a break from each other. I hope it's just a phase and not a permanent one, cause I hate losing something so good. And plus, I'm not really big on break ups.

I'll be back gym! Don't you worry.