Every time I post the seemingly required post-workout Facebook status and a bunch of dudes like it, part of my brain becomes completely dedicated to assuming they’re only clicking the like button because they think I need the exercise so that I can (eventually) look the way they want me to.
I grabbed breakfast from a convenience store this morning - a banana, a string cheese, and one of those hummus and pretzel cups. I didn’t even look at the donut case. Okay no, I definitely looked at the donut case. But I didn’t buy a donut. On my way out of the store, I toyed with the idea of tweeting something to the effect of “I didn’t buy a donut, what’s my reward?” but decided against it.
When I got home from work today, I put away my groceries, changed into my workout clothes, and went straight back downstairs to the gym, where I knocked out 30 minutes on the treadmill without wanting to die. So there was my reward?
Tomorrow I’m finally taking the certification exam for which I started studying over a year ago.
All good vibes accepted.