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PROMPT Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
Essay: Rough Draft #3
My feet pound against the pavement. With each step I take, the pain in my legs grows worse. I try to breathe, but no amount of air can satisfy me. The alarm on my phone goes off, and I stop moving. My lungs begin to fill with air, and my legs go numb. Starring at my phone, I try to articulate its meaning out loud. " 5 minutes and 30 seconds. I can now run a mile in 5 minutes in 30 seconds." I sit down before my next exercise. I am in pain. I am tired.I am happy.
In my life, when I need a getaway, my go to place is the gym. When I'm there it seems as if the world around me has stopped. For a brief moment, all my troubles are gone and life becomes incredibly simple. I have my weights, I have my machines, I have my goal, and nothing can compare to the feeling of euphoria and adrenaline.
My first hesitant step in the gym was both a feat of courage and of necessity. At the time I was under a lot of stress that was causing both mental and physical problem. Physically, when I am under stress I clench my mouth, which damages the roof of my mouth. Mentally, it was affecting my academics. When I went to go see my doctor about it, she recommended exercise as a way to alleviate it. However, what started out as a way to alleviate stress quickly turned to a getaway from it. For an individual such as myself, the stress of academics, social, and home life obligations can feel overwhelming and suffocating at times. When I am at the gym this pressure is lifted off my shoulders. Ironically I can say that I feel I can breathe better when I'm gasping for air in a workout. Along with this, my tendency to over complicate things causes me to lose focus of my goals. While I am at the gym, my mind refreshes and allows me to take a step back and view if my actions are contributing to me obtaining my goals.
I feel no shame in saying that the gym has become a second home to me. In my experience with homelessness the most nefarious feeling is that of its overwhelming sense of loneliness. It's absence was only found in the gym. For reasons other generosity the staff members and owner waived my subscription fee and offered me a job to aid with payments. These act alone I found to be momentous but what I consider of greater value were the tested bonds from my fellow gym mates and instructors. At this time, the people I considered close to me failed even acknowledge my existence. I felt utterly alone, and consequently found myself spending long periods of time in my sanctuary. The close friendships that I have formed with my gym mates caused them to noticed this and addressed me at it. I reluctantly told them of what I was experiencing and rather than being casted aside like so many have done, they chose to stand by me. They showed me no sympathy. Outside the gym, I often felt that my forehead was labeled with " handle with care" by those who knew me but this wasn't the case at the gym. They pushed me harder than ever before to show me what I can endure. With this endurance, I knew that I could get past this difficult time.
When I first walked into the gym, my initial thought was that I fulfilling another mundane health obligation. Instead I found something of much greater value. When the stresses of my life pile upon my shoulders I know, I have a place to run to. It may not be the most exciting or pleasant place at times but what home truly is.
PROMPT Describe a place or environment where you are perfectly content. What do you do or experience there, and why is it meaningful to you?
Essay: Rough Draft #3
My feet pound against the pavement. With each step I take, the pain in my legs grows worse. I try to breathe, but no amount of air can satisfy me. The alarm on my phone goes off, and I stop moving. My lungs begin to fill with air, and my legs go numb. Starring at my phone, I try to articulate its meaning out loud. " 5 minutes and 30 seconds. I can now run a mile in 5 minutes in 30 seconds." I sit down before my next exercise. I am in pain. I am tired.I am happy.
In my life, when I need a getaway, my go to place is the gym. When I'm there it seems as if the world around me has stopped. For a brief moment, all my troubles are gone and life becomes incredibly simple. I have my weights, I have my machines, I have my goal, and nothing can compare to the feeling of euphoria and adrenaline.
My first hesitant step in the gym was both a feat of courage and of necessity. At the time I was under a lot of stress that was causing both mental and physical problem. Physically, when I am under stress I clench my mouth, which damages the roof of my mouth. Mentally, it was affecting my academics. When I went to go see my doctor about it, she recommended exercise as a way to alleviate it. However, what started out as a way to alleviate stress quickly turned to a getaway from it. For an individual such as myself, the stress of academics, social, and home life obligations can feel overwhelming and suffocating at times. When I am at the gym this pressure is lifted off my shoulders. Ironically I can say that I feel I can breathe better when I'm gasping for air in a workout. Along with this, my tendency to over complicate things causes me to lose focus of my goals. While I am at the gym, my mind refreshes and allows me to take a step back and view if my actions are contributing to me obtaining my goals.
I feel no shame in saying that the gym has become a second home to me. In my experience with homelessness the most nefarious feeling is that of its overwhelming sense of loneliness. It's absence was only found in the gym. For reasons other generosity the staff members and owner waived my subscription fee and offered me a job to aid with payments. These act alone I found to be momentous but what I consider of greater value were the tested bonds from my fellow gym mates and instructors. At this time, the people I considered close to me failed even acknowledge my existence. I felt utterly alone, and consequently found myself spending long periods of time in my sanctuary. The close friendships that I have formed with my gym mates caused them to noticed this and addressed me at it. I reluctantly told them of what I was experiencing and rather than being casted aside like so many have done, they chose to stand by me. They showed me no sympathy. Outside the gym, I often felt that my forehead was labeled with " handle with care" by those who knew me but this wasn't the case at the gym. They pushed me harder than ever before to show me what I can endure. With this endurance, I knew that I could get past this difficult time.
When I first walked into the gym, my initial thought was that I fulfilling another mundane health obligation. Instead I found something of much greater value. When the stresses of my life pile upon my shoulders I know, I have a place to run to. It may not be the most exciting or pleasant place at times but what home truly is.