Ugh. The Gym.

I really hate going to the gym.



This isn't me. But this is how I feel about the gym.

I hate going there because I would much rather get my exercise outside. I spend too many hours in a day in artificial light and breathing who-knows-what from air that circulates endlessly.  I don't even like thinking of my daily activity as exercise. I like thinking of it as fun. Adventure. Destination.

But the gym isn't fun. At all. It defeats my whole purpose which is not to exercise to look good but to get somewhere, on a trail or on skis.  It feels like work, which swimming in the lake, trail running and snowshoeing don't. An hour at the gym feels like a lifetime when the same time outside goes by in a flash. I also unscientifically think that I get in way better shape actually doing the things outdoors that I would be pretending to do in the gym. If you spend all your time in the gym, you're just getting good at doing the stuff at the gym, just like if you only run, when you start swimming it does not really carry over.

However, there are days when I capitulate, like today. Weather Evilness struck. It inexplicably is raining at 6,000 feet. Oh the horror. The snow is like mashed potatoes. The roads are an icy snarl. It is so foggy I can't even spy on Cute Neighbor. Clearly the time has come to throw in the towel.

Ugh.

This isn't me either. I lift much, much, much heavier weights than this. I think.