To the sweatiest, tiredest, most active relationship I'll ever know,

I've never had a more love-hate relationship than the one I have with you. I do love you, but I also dread you. Sometimes I even wish you did not exist. But you do, and I'm reminded that in some way, you are actually good for me. However, I still avoid you. I avoid you a lot sometimes.

There is no worse feeling than waking up in the morning knowing that eventually, at some point, I will have to see you. But, I continue my day with an underlying knowledge that at some point, our meeting is inevitable.

Finally, it comes to the liminal, procrastinated period that is the 20 minutes before I have to see you. I debate, I argue, I contemplate with myself if I should actually go. But usually (well... sometimes) I convince myself seeing you is necessary.

Once I see you, things really turn up. Aside from the awkward stares and strange transitions between machines, I actually kind of enjoy myself when I'm with you. There are so many things to do, so many activities to try. I keep thinking, "What a good way to spend my free time." You're not too bad, I remind myself.

It is not until I leave that I realize how much you really mean to me. No matter how worn out, tired or sweaty I may be, I leave you feeling euphoric. I'm thankful that we met for the day. You're essential, you're good for me and no matter how much I try to deny it, I do kind of like you.

You are my excuse for laziness for the rest of the night, and for that extra slice of pizza.

Until tomorrow.

Sincerely,

Gym-Goer