Okay, I’ll admit it! I’m seriously struggling with motivation to work out. It’s not that I don’t want to—I really do. But the logistics of making it happen? That’s where things get complicated.
I’ve got a gym membership. I like my gym, too. But ever since the COVID apocalypse came to an end, it feels like the place is packed all the time. Wall-to-wall bodies moving from machine to machine. On top of that, the gym recently announced they’re cutting their hours back. So now, not only is it overcrowded, but I’ve got less time to sneak in my workouts.
Naturally, this makes working out at home my next best option. But let me tell you, that’s no walk in the park either. The space problem is real—nearly every inch of this place is in use. The only room with any kind of floor space is my office, which also doubles as our family room. It’s not ideal, but it’s doable. I’ve even accepted that I’ll occasionally stretch into the cat food or knock over the water bowl. It’s part of the charm, right?
But here’s where it really gets tricky. The office/family room is also the main hallway to the kitchen. With five adults in the house, as soon as I hit “play” on my workout video, it’s like they instinctively know. Suddenly, the constant parade begins. Do a rep, wait for someone to pass. Do another, scoot out of the way. Oh, and don’t get me started on the conversations happening in the kitchen. They get loud enough to drown out my trainer’s voice on the TV.
I know, I know. It’s not their fault—it’s a high-traffic area. But I’ve got to admit, the most frustrating part isn’t the interruptions. It’s the fact that these old muscles of mine are stiff, weak, and I really don’t enjoy showcasing that to the household. No, I can’t hold a plank for more than 15 seconds. No, I can’t nail Downward Dog. Yes, I’m working with 5 lb. weights and struggling. And I can live with that… for now. But I’d rather not advertise my weak points to everyone walking through.
So, here I am, sitting and waiting for it to cool off enough for my wife and I to take our evening walk. Meanwhile, I’m wishing I’d just buckle down and do my strength training and stretching… but I know I won’t. Not tonight, anyway.
The battle isn’t over though. Maybe tomorrow, this Fitness Zombie will rise and conquer again.
I'm on a lifelong quest to find the perfect balance between strawberry smoothies and pizza slices. A self-proclaimed gym enthusiast who believes rest days are just as crucial as leg days—especially if they involve NASCAR racing. I lift weights, but only so I can justify my love for chocolate cake. When I'm not at the gym, you’ll find me riding dirt bikes or capturing the thrill of motorsport through my camera lens. Join me as I navigate the highs and lows of fitness, where progress is measured in reps, and cheat meals are a form of self-care.
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