This past week, I joined the YMCA here in LA. I had come to realize that despite all my creative solutions to not have to join a gym, I actually like going to the gym. I am one of those weirdos. And for anyone who hasn't tried this- books on tape are a dream to get you through cardio on the machines. It sounds crazy, but someone telling a story is way more engaging than just music for me.
I have been three times so far this week. I'll go again tomorrow. I am a machine. I am so sore I can barely move, but it feels good. Silverlake reservoir is mine. I'll have to start jogging on a treadmill maybe next week in order to get the running back into the routine, but I am feeling good about a spring run. My assistant, Jen, has agreed to come and document with film. That's right- we are not going to put one over on your people. We're proving these goals with film.
So, for anyone who worries that they have too much work to do to go to the gym I must say that I have gotten more done this week in less time because I don't have the nervous jittery copped-up-in-the-house feeling that comes from, well, never leaving the house.
If you work at home, you have to make the time to leave. I champion the gym as a way to do that. Plus, I've been sleeping like a champion! Yay...