Fitness Enthusiast 3.0

This is not rain.

It was a clear night with barely a cloud in the sky. The moon hung low and full, like a pregnant belly, and not a breath of wind was felt. Except for the searing sensation through my lungs.

I bellowed fire. My breath came in harsh, rough, gasps as I hauled myself over the bar. Again. And again.

This is not hands that haven’t experienced moisturiser in a while. Well, it kind of is but its not. Not really.

These are hands that I could have protected. Worn gloves over when I threw out my pullups. Altered my grip or changed the way I relaxed my hands after clenching onto the bar in agony as my muscles demanded, no, screamed, that they needed a break. I clung on, only dropping when my fingers gave up and my grip failed to hold me.

This is not me being caught in a thunderstorm or a light drizzle.

This is me after 4 rounds of 6 pullups, 10 dips, 10 inverted rows and 10 decline pushups. This is me drenched, sweat trickling down my face into the hollow of my neck as I stand up, arms pumped, wiping my face on my t-shirt so that I don’t have to deal with it running back into my eyes when I go into a pike push up position.

I love working out.

Its my me time.

Its my me time.

No one else has that time. Only me.

I read somewhere once that with working out, its something you do for yourself. Its something that you do to benefit you and to make you happy, like eating good food and making yourself a better person.

And whenever I head down to the playground, skipping rope in hand, I know that the rest of the world disappears and its just me, my heart pounding through my chest, my muscles once again feeling the burn as I lift myself up and over or down and through. It’s the elation when I cross the ropes and I jump through successfully, again and again and it’s the power I feel when I lift myself over and over the bar again, breaking past records, and feeling that I have got the energy back in my body.

I’m not quite getting there yet though. I’ve lost some weight but I’m still looking to pack on the muscle and the roll that sits around my waist still has yet to be gotten rid of but I think I’m getting there.

I was having a rare conversation with the Sociologist today on Gchat when she asked me about what my priorities were as of late and I could not give an answer. I said, “Maybe working out?”

But I must admit, I have worked out effectively over a span of one month and I lost quite a healthy amount of weight, which I think was a new thing.

So here’s to me and a bit more weight loss. I shall  blog again soon. +)