Why I Workout

So, hey, I know I've been a bad blogger. I've been crazy busy at work, and when I get home, I'm pretty much brain dead. Also, I did it! I joined a gym! Man, it was exactly what I needed to get my butt in gear! It's also a great way to release the tension of the day. I've been a member for almost 2 weeks now, and I'm loving it. First of all, that's where all the hotties hang out! No lie! My gym is full of cute guys, and it's exciting and keeps me going back. I mean, hey, whatever motivation works, right? There is just something beautiful about a healthy, red-blooded male getting his workout on. To borrow Kelly Olexa's word: Manjoyment! Just sayin'. I also like watching other people do something positive for themselves. It's so uplifting to watch the struggle and the sense of accomplishment.
Today is a strength training day for me. I'm going when I'm done blogging. I've been alternating cardio, strength training, and yoga for variety and balance. So far, so good. I did a crazy hardcore (ha! core, get it?) ab class that left me all kinds of sore for about 3 days. I talked to the cute guy that was on the mat next to me, but in my dehydrated, worn-out state, I failed to get his name, and I haven't seen him since then, of course. On the bright side: the man has already seen me at my worst, so I can subsequently only make a better impression. My face was beet red, my hair was a hot mess, and I'm sure I smelled awesome.
The other great thing about the gym and working out, in general, is that it forces focus. As other aspects of my life seem fragmented and unclear, total body awareness and focus can really pull things together. In a moment of desperation, I made a deal with God...or maybe the Devil...whatever the case may be, I made a deal, and God, well as it turns out, God moves quickly and has quite the sense of humor. I got what I asked for, but maybe I should have been a little more specific, offered a time frame and specified in which order I would have liked things to happen, but that's not how this all works, it seems. And as I struggle with what "technically" is an answered prayer, working out allows me to focus on me and what I need and what my body needs and gives me a sense of control over something. I'm just one, rather small person in this big, crazy world, but as long as I can remain controlled and focused in at least one small aspect of my life, I can live with that. I truly believe that a healthy body is a stepping stone to a healthy soul. AND I'm going to look crazy hott in my bikini when I go to Florida in March. Boo ya!