Morning Workout Mentality

It’s about 7:15 a.m. and I just got back from the gym.  A few times a week, I get up at 5:30 and walk over to the gym to get in a pretty intense workout.  This isn’t really easy for me, not because I don’t like working out (because I love working out…it became part of my life from university baseball) but because I am a creature of habit and I have been working out at night or right after work for over 10 years now.

This morning workout deal is a completely different bag, with different kinds of people at the gym.  The people at the gym in the morning are dedicated.  These are the people who aren’t there to look for a date (or something even less than a date) and really aren’t there to rock their new workout gear either.  They’re not there to put on a show in order to get some extra looks and pump up their egos for what must be a shamelessly pathetic life devoid of any real substance.  These are the people who you would probably want on your team at work.  The kind of people you could most likely trust.

Now, am I generalizing a bit?  Sure.  For example, this woman came in a couple of weeks ago who set herself right in the middle of where a few of us were working out and did what has to be the most sexually-simulated workout we have ever seen and then moved to a different part of the gym where she adjusted her sports top for what seemed like an eternity.  I’m sure somewhere in the gym there must have been cameras filming the Nature of Things and I waited to hear a David Suzuki voiceover talking about how it was only going to be a matter of time before the guys in the gym forgot about their regular exercise and slowly moved into her area demonstrating power lifts fueled by excessive grunts.  But true to form, the morning people did nothing more than take a glance, enjoy an inner laugh and move on with their workouts.  I could almost feel the pity of the morning gym women, who looked at her like she had lost a puppy.

It’s bad to say, but one of the other things I actually like about working out in the morning is the walk home.  It’s not the sun coming up or the fresh morning air that really gets me going, it’s the look on people’s faces who are making their way to work holding some starchy goodness in their hands.  I love making my way home with my shirt stuck to me and some possible salt stains working their way into my hat, my gloves dangling from my fingers and a water bottle cap clanging against the aluminum with each step I take.  I like when I see these guys coming, I can almost hear their thought process…”Man, I should have gone to the gym today.  Did I really need this muffin from Tim Horton’s? When did I get this gut?  My girlfriend would probably leave me for this guy.”  So am I a bit vain on this walk home?  Absolutely. But this is the one time in the day where I get to feel superior to anybody and say what you will, but everybody wants to feel better than somebody else at some point during the day.  That doesn’t make you a bad person, it makes you competitive, it shows you have some drive; it makes you human.

Anyway, I’m going to go make a smoothie now with my Magic Bullet (seriously, don’t you have one of those things?  Pretty much useless for anything other than making smoothies, but it sure is one hell of a good smoothie maker) and possibly wake up my neighbour since my kitchen backs against his apartment.  Hey buddy, don’t complain about the noise you should have been awake and at the gym.

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