Oblivion

There are a hundred great reasons to go to the gym.  Best of all is increased health, which is mostly seen in the physical, but is evident to the gym goer in emotional and mental gains as well.

Today wasn't a great day at work.  Having to face the music in certain aspects can be stressful, and can emotionally drain an otherwise good and productive shift.  For me, it kills the motivation to do anything beneficial for myself.  Yes, there are lifelong issues there...  So thinking about a trip to the gym at midnight wasn't terribly exhilarating.  But I went anyways.  It does help having a gym rat partner, and my wife was ready to go, so I couldn't just say no.  Besides, all these motivating blogs, and I just fall apart because my boss gets mad at me.

Treadmill for ten minutes.  Squats.  Bench.  Curls.  Reverse curls.  Lat Pulldowns.  It wasn't until I was on the rowing machine that I realized work had become a forgotten memory.  At least for the moment.  Exercising, focusing on movement, isolated muscle control, breathing, counting the slow reps...  it all creates a moment oblivious to what is happening anywhere else, anytime else.

I was drowning in a fountain of sweat, muscles convulsing in agonizing oblivion, and it was beautiful.

At least I'll have bulging muscles while I stand there tomorrow, again repeating, "Yes Sir.  No Sir.  Thank You, Sir.  I understand, Sir."