The man who owns the gym is super nice and helped me see all sorts of ways that I can improve my form and technique for basic movements. I feel like I've learned a lot already, and I've barely even started! I love the gym (box) and the people in the class that was finishing when I showed up smiled at me as they left.
I felt good at the workout, I felt like a good person as I introduced myself to the other beginners. The coach told me that he's looking forward to having me in class because I'm so optimistic and willing to learn. (Clearly, he was trying to make a sale of a membership, but I thought he was genuine nonetheless.)
I didn't feel like a depressed person while I was there working out. I just felt like a person, and I felt good when I was using my body instead of just laying on the floor.
Of course, going home alone to my cold apartment and nibbling some beans and rice with most of the lights off before heading to bed was not the most fulfilling evening, so perhaps I need to concentrate on holding onto that good feeling after the workout. So I am lonely, so what? No reason go lament the end of my evening when for all intents and purposes, it was very successful. Screw you, sadness! I'm going to get through this, even if you are insidious.
That brings me to the astonishingly simple Reason Number 4: To not feel depressed.
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| Artist's rendering of me when I'm feeling "Precious". |
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