Last updated on December 16th, 2020 at 03:28 PM
You’ve emerged from your New Year hangover, you’ve sworn to never drink a glass of wine ever again and you decide that this is the year you’re going to get a bod like Gigi Hadid.
There’s just one thing standing in your way: The fact you’d rather eat cold sprouts than pulse your way through 40 squats while a personal trainer barks in your face.
If you’re miraculously hauling yourself to the local leisure centre this morning in a bid to slay those Christmas inches, here are just a few of the deep-rooted emotions you’ll probably deal with.
It’s 6am, it’s dark outside and it’s colder than the North Pole. You genuinely cannot be expected to function as a human being at this ungodly hour.
You’re not that unhealthy are you? It’s only been a few weeks since you were last in the gym. OK fine, it’s been months, but you always make a point of walking up escalators. Oh, and you ran for the bus yesterday. That’s basically a Joe Wicks-worthy workout in itself.
How could you be so stupid to get yourself into this mess? You booked the class last night and now you’ve realised there’s a late cancellation fee that’s definitely going to eat into your summer holiday fund. There’s nothing for it but to throw on the Lycra and accept your fate.
Is it just you, or does everyone else at the gym look like a low-key Olympic athlete? The steely abs, the bulging guns, the washboard stomachs. Yup, the gym is intimidating.
Good lord, there is are muscles in your body you haven’t used for years, there are pools of sweat forming everywhere and you’ve lost the ability to control the strangled Chewbacca noises you’re making.
This is surely going to be the death of you. There is absolutely no way you can endure another 45 minutes of this.
Against all odds though, you persevere and miraculously manage to beast a treadmill section without stopping to hyperventilate. Those box jumps? They’re not going to defeat you today.
Who is this new and improved you that’s red-faced in the mirror? You now know the true meaning of the Whitney Houston classic, I Didn’t Know My Own Strength.
The pain is over, the recovery stretch is done and now there’s just one thing to do: Ride that glorious post-workout high. Ahh, bliss.
7. Complete and utter smugness
Deep down, you knew there was a reason you loved going to the gym: So you could shove it in everyone’s face how bloomin’ marvellous you are.
Loved ones, co-workers, randoms on the street – everyone will hear about how you woke up extra early this morning to smash out a cardio session. And if you don’t Instagram it? It didn’t really happen.