The problem with the gym

Caleb and I have a gym membership at LA Fitness.  It looks classy, you never have to wait for a machine, and we pay an extremely low price for all the gym offers.  However.  *sigh*. Ohhhhh however.  It's such a long drive to even get to the darn gym.  30 minutes one way.

Ok, so I know what you're thinking.  If you live in Canton and are reading this blog, you're thinking, "30 minutes?!  Are you crazy?"  And if you live in Chicago and are reading this blog, you're thinking, "30 minutes?  That's nothing; it takes me roughly that to get to work every day!"

I agree with the latter.  However.  There's the however again.  After already driving well over an hour to and from work each day - driving yet another hour to and from the gym 3 nights a week is not exactly my cup of tea.

If they had an icecream truck there or handed out pieces of candy after I finished my workout, I'd be MUCH more motivated to go.  Even though that very idea defeats the very purpose of the gym.  But that's how I roll.

The funny thing is we have a workout facility right here at our apartment complex.  Or better yet, why not head outside and take a run down the street?  Well here's why.  I don't pay to use the workout facilities here.  I'm not attached to it - I have no motivation to go there.  It's small.  NO ONE is ever in there except for the occasional old man that walks by and peers in.

And running outside?  Forget about it!  It's twice as hard!  I haven't built up enough endurance so I can't last longer than 5 minutes before feeling like my lungs will explode.  No thank you.

Now, I could dig out my 8 lb hand weights from the closet and lift a little while I watch The Voice.  But we all know I'm going to dig though the pantry instead in hopes of finding a tasty treat. 

With the gym, 'X' amount of dollars are deducted from our account every month, my nights are taken up, and it appears that little to no change is happening to me particularly, yet I feel proud for being active.  But without the gym, I sit here on my toosh, watching TV thinking to myself, ohhhh man, I shoooould grab those 8 lb hand weights but I've just worked so hard today - I need to just relax.  And then I swivel myself further back into the couch, pop some tasty treats and channel surf through all the reality shows.

Darn you gym.  We are in a love-hate relationship for sure.