gym

Already before my return I had decided to join the Parisian yuppies and renew my gym membership. Despite this firm decision I was not quite convinced yesterday, when walking to the gym with my training bag over my shoulder. Why in earth was I going to pay a fortune to do sports when I could go running for free?

But that was the problem. Despite my passion for the sport the last thing I wanted to do was to go running. I had been running every day the week before and the week before that and the week before that and and and. I was all runned out.

So, I closed my eyes when tapping my pin code so that I wouldn’t see the Euros disappear from my bank account.

I got changed, closed to door of my locker, took my towel and went into aerobics studio ready for the body combat class. Hmmm, a familiar face – my favourite instructor has obviously changed gyms, excellent. 1h and I was already sweating and tired. I decided to stay for a step class still. And then some stretching.

After 2 and some hours of training I was sitting in the hot sauna – tired.

Yep…some things are just worth paying for.