Only One in The Room

The weather is terrible. Everywhere I look it’s just dull, even getting the motivation to get out the door was a pain but sure here I am, outside. Half the battle is getting out the door I suppose.

I never feel right in this gym, god I wish I had a teleportation machine just to get me directly from my room into the gym, instead I have to walk past everyone in here and I swear there isn’t an eye that’s not on me. 

Right, I'm changed anyway. The machines are always being used too whenever I want to use them. It's just typical. Haven’t even started and I have to do the last exercise I normally do first, just completely knocks me off course.

Well look it is what it is gotta just get stuck in. You’re the only one here, man. 

Right three sets done, grand.

I never understand why I can’t just go to the gym whenever I want. Is the whole point of your mind to help you out and give you the motivation whenever it’s needed, no? 

Sick of watching those cringy ‘alpha’ videos on YouTube too, surely there's a better way, no.

Can’t believe it’s already been 20 mins. It’s flying in. 

It’s never easy going into this place, but I swear there hasn’t been one time I’ve walked out of this gym not feeling like I’m ready to take on the world.

It’s easy to compare ourselves to the juiced up walking muscles that roam the floor of the gym but that is such a mistake. It’s only myself I have to compete with. 

I wish I could bottle up this feeling and sell it in the shop. I swear you’d never skip a workout again if you could drink in this feeling before going to the gym.

The weather isn’t too bad after all today.