So asking me to go to the gym and just work out is like asking Lindsay Lohan to sober up- its probably not going to happen.
Luckily my gym has thought to add individual TVs to all of their cardio equipment. You would think that that would be enough for me to stay occupied. And to be fair, I do tend to plan my workouts around what I could be watching while I'm there. I feel less guilty watching Days of our Lives when I'm sweating on the treadmill too.
But even individualized television viewing isn't enough for me. Commercials remember? I wasn't a huge fan of commercials before we got the PVR but now that we have effectively erased them from our lives I really can't stand them. Since Days (those of us that watch all the time can just call it Days) tends to have a lot of commercials to build anticipation, I've started to bring books or magazines to the gym with me.
Yup, I'm that girl. I stroll into the gym with a book/magazine, headphones, keys, membership card, and a cell phone.
(Don't worry, I never use the phone in the gym. Its a security thing my boyfriend insists on when I leave the house)
If you are a gym frequenter you will probably guess that I'm not much for the weight machines and you would be right. I refuse to keep my gym "equipment" in a gym locker because I used to work in a gym and there's a good chance it will get stolen. And I can't transport all my stuff with me to each machine. That would be ridiculous.
Almost as ridiculous as trying to read an article in Vogue about Fashion Week in Pakistan while jiggling about on the elliptical.
It just can't be helped. I need to multi-task. But one day, cardio alone just isn't going to cut it. And where does that leave me?
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