In Maryland, I was a die-hard Gold's Gym fan. I was there every other day, I was working with a personal trainer, and I was busting my booty. I was so familiar with where everything was and what times were less crowded. I was a gym-person. Deep down inside, I still am. Deep down in my wallet, not so much.
See, working out without a gym membership requires commitment. You either need to have a commitment to signing up for a different "trial membership" and drive way out of your way every week, to visit every gym in the county, (which i've considered and can't afford the gas) OR you need to figure out some way to work out at home without getting distracted. I'm sure it's easy if you can afford to purchase your own equipment and have the space to set it all up, but that does not describe my current conditions.
Our spacious 1br 1ba apartment isn't small, but there are two of us here, and we have a lot of stuff. If I could afford a Stairmaster, we'd probably have to nix the kitchen table. Erm, no. So how am I making this work? Not very well. This is a huge adjustment for me. I own a bike, 3lb weights, 5lb weights, 4 resistance bands of varying strengths, some 1lb wrist weights, a 3lb mini medicine ball, a big purple resistance ball, a yoga mat, and two sets of ankle weights (2.5 and 2lbs). As you can imagine, we aren't really looking at a heavy iron pumping routine here. Also, biking safely in LA is... difficult. The safest thing you can do is avoid the designated bike lanes at all cost, forget being able to maintain a consistent speed, and accept that if you want to do hills, you'll probably get hit by a BMW. Now I understand the popularity of shitty 1 speed hipster bikes.
Don't get me wrong, I'm trying. I have been wrapping my resistance bands around the support beam of our kitchen cabinets and trying to do rows, and I was finally able to achieve minimal soreness/burn 2 days ago by doing sets of lunges around every square inch of free space in the apartment. I've been using my kitchen step stool for step ups, and I've been doing my ab work to the best of my ability in our tiny living room while Thomas giggles and makes comments.
I am in terrible shape right now. I was going to work out but I got distracted and decided to blog about how hard it is to work out at home instead. That, my friends, is the hardest part. This bites. I can't wait to get my first paycheck so I can join a gym.
See, working out without a gym membership requires commitment. You either need to have a commitment to signing up for a different "trial membership" and drive way out of your way every week, to visit every gym in the county, (which i've considered and can't afford the gas) OR you need to figure out some way to work out at home without getting distracted. I'm sure it's easy if you can afford to purchase your own equipment and have the space to set it all up, but that does not describe my current conditions.
Our spacious 1br 1ba apartment isn't small, but there are two of us here, and we have a lot of stuff. If I could afford a Stairmaster, we'd probably have to nix the kitchen table. Erm, no. So how am I making this work? Not very well. This is a huge adjustment for me. I own a bike, 3lb weights, 5lb weights, 4 resistance bands of varying strengths, some 1lb wrist weights, a 3lb mini medicine ball, a big purple resistance ball, a yoga mat, and two sets of ankle weights (2.5 and 2lbs). As you can imagine, we aren't really looking at a heavy iron pumping routine here. Also, biking safely in LA is... difficult. The safest thing you can do is avoid the designated bike lanes at all cost, forget being able to maintain a consistent speed, and accept that if you want to do hills, you'll probably get hit by a BMW. Now I understand the popularity of shitty 1 speed hipster bikes.
Don't get me wrong, I'm trying. I have been wrapping my resistance bands around the support beam of our kitchen cabinets and trying to do rows, and I was finally able to achieve minimal soreness/burn 2 days ago by doing sets of lunges around every square inch of free space in the apartment. I've been using my kitchen step stool for step ups, and I've been doing my ab work to the best of my ability in our tiny living room while Thomas giggles and makes comments.
I am in terrible shape right now. I was going to work out but I got distracted and decided to blog about how hard it is to work out at home instead. That, my friends, is the hardest part. This bites. I can't wait to get my first paycheck so I can join a gym.
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