This weekend I decided to join a gym in NYC. I’ve been struggling with this decision for the past year – mostly because the cheap gyms are disgusting and everything else is one million dollars. I’ve never been super athletic – like most, I go through phases. So spending, on average, $150 per month on a gym membership in this city hasn’t felt right, no matter how warm the towels are in the ladies locker room.
There is also the issue of my time. Already in NYC, finding balance is close to impossible. You constantly feel on the go and at the end of the day, as your head crashes on your pillow, you struggle to figure out what you actually accomplished.
Strike two for signing up for a gym that will either take more time away from my personal work/life or, even worse, never get used because I just don’t have the time. That’s another thing about NYC. If you need help learning the value of a dollar, come here. You will learn fast.
Outside of a very demanding job, I need to find time to read my books, draw, cook and write on this blog. Fitness will have to hold on a for a minute. I’ll get to it…
This past week a friend of mine gave me a 7 day guest pass to Chelsea Piers Sports Center. I thought this would be a great way to jump start my healthy summer and after the 7 days, I could take it from there. Find time to run (which I hate), do at home yoga in my (extremely small) living room, wake up early and do my ab routine…. mmhmmm. right.
What I am about to say is not going to blow your mind – like myself, you’ve heard it and experienced it a thousand times before – but it bares repeating, apparently. Working out, gives you more energy to do all of the things you want to do. What?! Yes. Your head doesn’t come crashing down on your pillow in pure, frustrated exhaustion anymore. You don’t come home and require 3 hours on the couch before you start whatever it is you promised yourself you’d accomplish before bed.
One of the many awesome perks about Chelsea Piers is their indoor pool that juts out over the Hudson River. I’ve started swimming and I, surprisingly, love it. I haven’t swam since I was a little kid, so putting on the goggles and swim cap alone had somewhat of a calming affect on me. I’ve been eating better instinctually and I’ve even had energy to read before bed – something I’ve been struggling with since moving here.
I didn’t realize the fog I was in, until it lifted this week. But I am, now, excited by the hours I’ve gained these past 7 days and what that means for my work/life balance moving forward.