The idea of turning the big “3-0” stings a little. And no, it’s not because I’m worried about getting old; I’m not contemplating the fact that my life is nearly half over; I’m not worried about my accomplishments to this point.
Thirty just seems…not me.
Anyway, as I bid good-bye to 30, I’ve decided that I’m going to treat myself to a very special gift that I’ve been thinking about for a while. It’s going to be a gift that keeps on giving and one I can use as much (or as little) as I like.
I’m getting a gym membership.
To set the record straight immediately, I’m not getting a gym membership because I think it’s going to magically transform my schedule or do the work for me. On the contrary. I’m splurging on a gym membership (which will mostly be reimbursed by my company every month anyway) because I need a place to just go and focus on my exercise goals.
It’s easy for me to subside on running and before having my daughter, working out in the living room wasn’t too difficult, but now the challenges of working out are not working out. So, I’m splurging for my 30th and getting a gym membership.
If you’re feeling up to “celebrating” with me, drop me a line and I’ll see if I can get a guest pass for you. 🙂
(P.S. Working on my next post about my food changes and I’m super excited to share. Coming soon! 🙂 )