I Think Everyone at the Gym is Sexy
In a totally non-sexual way.
There’s something about being “in it” together that is so sexy when your heart rate is pushing 150 on the elliptical mid-Tuesday-afternoon.
On April 11th I was in a fatal car accident with two of my best friends. As one of the two of us that survived, I fractured my pelvis in three places and broke my cheekbone. I had a painful (and disorienting) concussion, a lacerated spleen and liver, and was unable to walk due to the trauma the muscles that hug my pelvis went through.
On April 12th, it felt like I would never run — or even walk — again.
Before the crash I liked to jog with my dog, Sage, three miles every other day or so at 3:00pm. Then I would come home, shower, and cook dinner for myself and sometimes for my roommates (now fewer of us). About six months before the crash, I fell off that jogging wagon.
It was with a desire to lose six months of laziness weight that I was just starting to slowly rejoin the world of health and fitness. Then the car accident took my mobility away. Worse than that, it took away a lot of motivation.
What was the point of most anything with a best friend gone? Why keep fighting for fitness, for health, when it could all be gone in an instant? You know that argument many people…
