Because I am a “fresh graduate” (a nicer term for “never been employed”) and looking for a job, I have practically nothing to do except for two things: going to the gym, and blogging. They’re not really bad ways of spending part of each day, and if you’re like me you can find ways of amusing yourself and escaping ennui. The only thing is, it’s just busy work. Or is it?
It’s starting to pay off, at least in one way. Apparently, if you spend enough time at the gym, you will definitely lose weight. Duh. Well, it only works if the time you spend there you spend working out instead of hanging out looking for “eye candy” and drinking the free sugary sodas so thoughtfully provided.
Seriously speaking, by being a gym rat I have worked 15 pounds off in about six weeks, and the feeling of accomplishment is awesome. What’s kind of embarrassing is that the guards, receptionists, and personal trainers at the gym already recognize me because I’m there so often. It’s all right, though; I mean, it’s nice having someone greet you genuinely (not just because it’s their job) like a friend when you come and go.
The best part is I didn’t even think I was working hard at it, since I’m having a lot of fun going to dance and combat classes, and the resistance training I’ve been doing doesn’t cause me (much) pain. Seeing all these uber-fit people around me, or seeing other people who want to get fit working their butts off has been a huge motivational boost for me.
It’s also great positive reinforcement when my instructors’ faces light up when we give extra effort and energy in their classes. These people work hard to give us a good workout and I think the least I can do is put my best foot forward (or the correct foot, for those dance classes Ü). I try even harder for those instructors who give their classes a personal touch.
I attended Gelli‘s BodyJam class this morning and she recognized me from my comments on her blog and from the time she was substitute instructor for another BodyJam class I attended. After she gave us one of the best BodyJam sessions I’ve ever had, I thanked her. I was really surprised and flattered when she gave me this piece of advice (this is not a direct quote): “Everyone was watching you kasi ang ganda mo gumalaw. I noticed though that you look down at the floor. You only looked up whenever I called your name. You know the last time, when I said you were dancing in your own little world… You have to look up! The audience can’t see you project.”
I dance for the workout it gives me, but to be told that the others in the class were watching me (and not in a bad way)? Not bad for a mouse potato like me, no?