Designated Driver for the Gym?
Well after losing my home gym and suffering through viral-gastroenteritis, I resumed lifting at the local JCC today.
How embarrassing! I was so weak it was pathetic! Let’s just say we should be grateful for the invention of the safety bars in the squat rack, huh?
Anyways, regardless of how little weight I was actually able to move today, I worked my legs until they were jello, just before the point of passing out. Afterwards I tried to recuperate in the lounge a little bit afterwards with a post workout shake (I mixed it in the locker room, how gauche).
But then, it was time to go. This was NOT going to be fun. After about 10 minutes of sitting still in the lounge and enjoying my shake in the midst of a rapidly spinning room, I realized my legs weren’t in the best shape to carry me home.
I must’ve made 6 stops on Murray Ave at various places (post office, bank, bakery, newsstand), just to give my poor legs a break. It was then I realized that what you need at the gym is a designated driver. Some buddy to go with who you know isn’t going to lift too much and will be just fine driving to get the rest of his group home. For as much trouble as I had walking home from the gym (about 8 blocks), I wouldn’t NEVER been able to drive home. I was way too dizzy and wobbly.
I just never realized this before as I always used to work out in my basement.
Oh well….I wonder how well my legs will carry me TO the gym tomorrow morning. They’re going to be sore as hell when I wake up, I can tell. 
