Breaking Up Is the Hardest Part

28 Jul

I broke up with my gym yesterday.

It was a long time coming, really.  I think it knew;  I’d been neglecting it for quite some time.  Ten out of the twelve months we were together were distant and awkward.

When we first started out, I had so much optimism.  I entered its shiny new doors with hopes that with its help I could be a better version of myself.  It even had these stationary bikes with screens where I could pedal after dragons and coins and game scenarios of all kinds.    It was the perfect workout for a recovering World of Warcraft addict.  What more could I possibly want?

I guess the first real blow was when I wanted to come over one night and it was closed.  Apparently the doors had been shut in observance of a holiday.  I didn’t have any holidays marked on my calendar until it occurred to me that my gym was Jewish.

Which is fine and everything.  I just didn’t realize when we started together that I couldn’t see it on Shavu’ot.

From there, things started to go downhill.  There were all these rules and restrictions – hours I had to pay attention to.  I couldn’t just mosey over any time my schedule allowed; it only wanted to see me on its terms.  I often showed up ready to give and was rejected.   I didn’t want to have to check in every time I wanted to see it just to make sure it also wanted to see me.

I’m a grown woman. I need stability.

Now I’m not quite sure what to do with myself.  It’s hard to admit that something isn’t working out and then try to execute the decision you’ve made about it.  After all, it’s right down the street from me.   I go by it all the time.  So what do I do? Do I acknowledge it but try to look casual?  Do I check in and see how things are going?  Or should I just ignore it altogether?

The hardest part is staying away.  Because even though I know this is the best decision for me, I might get fat and sad one day and come crawling back. 

…Or rolling.

For the record, my gym did not look this awesome. But even if it did, I wouldn't go.

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12 Responses to “Breaking Up Is the Hardest Part”

  1. intrepidtraveller July 28, 2011 at 9:21 am #

    Haha love this! I didn’t have to break up with my gym as…it was shut down by police for some sort of illegal activity!! Uhhh best excuse ever! Funny article! 🙂

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    • Jackie August 10, 2011 at 1:10 am #

      I WISH MINE WERE SHUT DOWN FOR ILLEGAL ACTIVITY!!

      oh wait. what kind of activity..?

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  2. pegoleg July 28, 2011 at 10:24 am #

    There’s no reason you and your gym can’t be adults about this. Sure, it’s going to hurt the first time you see another woman going in, knowing you’re no longer welcome. But it wasn’t meant to be. That’s just part of life.

    I know this great little YMCA – how about if I give you the number?

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    • Jackie August 10, 2011 at 1:10 am #

      I imagine the commute would kill 🙂 And I’m concerned about the towel supply after reading your posts.

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  3. Jules July 28, 2011 at 10:55 am #

    A jewish gym? What?! Bwahaha

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    • Jackie August 10, 2011 at 1:09 am #

      seriously. everything here is Jewish.

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  4. egills July 28, 2011 at 11:20 am #

    Ha ha ha.. I wish I’d used that excuse when I divorced my gym.. I didn’t even have the heart to tell it I just stopped the direct debits and ran. ** I know I’m so evil! **

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    • Jackie August 10, 2011 at 1:08 am #

      I was afraid of what they would do to me. I signed a contract and things. Terrible things.

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  5. Ex-GYM July 28, 2011 at 12:15 pm #

    Are you serious?! you blogged about our break up? WTF?! real mature. Why not tell the whole truth, about that time i offered you my GOLD membership, huh?! infinite possibilities, Jacuzzi spa treatment, Olympic sized pool, Sauna, juice bar, your own personal locker, bathroom and sexy Jewish trainer… but you denied me. You just couldn’t handle my 10lb balls could you… was too much for you, huh?
    It was that shake weight you met at the bar, wasn’t it?! I knew it!
    Screw this man, i don’t need you anyway. Just for the record, I observe other holidays too, I don’t just close down for Jews.

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  6. mctell2 July 28, 2011 at 7:39 pm #

    OK, the deed is done, the sun has set, the wind is no longer your push in the right direction. Where to go to now? Apparently you had a need, a desire a craving and well me be so bold to proffer a suggestion towards the?? It was the gym, the resting place of jocks and jockettes or what evers of sweat play exercise. The knight for your kingdom, the pastel for your sunset, yes the engine of your motivation, the sunset of the most perfect cruise……..I offer my 2cents.
    Walking and walking. The free-form of upping your metabolism…Walking is the Christoph Columbus of emotional and physical exploring. But remember its free, no promises, no requirements, no pain, no gain. A free and imaginative art, beware you may become addicted.
    I remain the humble walker.

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    • Jackie August 10, 2011 at 1:06 am #

      oooh I should definitely become a walker. I fantasize about being the kind of person who can wake up before the world and take a nice walk to start my day. 🙂

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