Can I survive without it?

Better yet, can my body survive without it? I'm talking about 'the gym.' 'The gym' with whom I've had a love-hate relationship with for years.

'The gym' that has kept my body lean and strong . . . that has introduced me to a interesting, sometimes comical, always beautifully dysfunctional group of people who I have grown to love (well, at least some of 'em.)

'The gym' that I cursed so many times at 4:30 AM for calling my name -- "Angeliiiine . . . .Angeliiiine. . . get up and come see me now or your ass will look like your motherrrrrs."

'The gym' that inspired me to learn more about the human body, encouraged my education in wellness and eventually allowed me to teach my beloved mat Pilates.

I canceled my membership once and for all last week. It's simply not convenient and the time it takes me to drive across town and back, I could have completed a workout at home.

I have a complete set of free weights. A weight bench. And now a Total Gym that I ordered last week which will enhance my Pilates instruction. My clients will be coming to my home. Now I can sleep until 5:30, be finished with my morning workout by 6:30 and have myself and the boys out the door by 7:30. Teach a couple of days a week and on weekends.

I don't know what I'll do, other than my running, to get my major cardio "fix." Not that running won't do it, but I know me. Boredom will set in. And 'the gym' did offer me many fat frying options so I could mix it up. I'm just going to have to get creative.

But I'm good at that.
;)