My old, familar friend.
Things have changed for me, and fairly fast. Two weeks ago I was sitting in a physicians office, getting a physical. Now, I'm enrolled in a gym, and starting a nutrition program. If you blinked, you missed the 180.
See, I know I'm in bad shape. Not horrible shape, verge of death shape. Just...bad shape. I'm over weight, and my lifestyle habits, well, suck.
So, in light of this gout non-sense, I decided to go see a gym my doctor recommended. I scheduled a 'Fitness Evaluation'. I showed up after a big lunch, expecting a bit of poking, prodding, a few measurements. What I got was situps, pushups, and a nice treadmill session dressed in business casual clothes. The whole thing cost me $150 big ones to boot. I also got my first exposure to pilates. If Ikea sold bondage equipment, i'm pretty sure it would look exactly like pilates.
I left the gym Friday afternoon beat up, and with my wallet a fair bit lighter. It was like I had been politely mugged for my own good. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I turned on my car's radio, and the soothing soto voiced NPR DJ announced the time, and 'Hope your having pleasant Friday.' I sneered at my radio and muttered a sincere "Fuck you."
Saturday, I showed up for my strength test. Same place, same personal trainer. We went over a series of circuits to hit with certain machines, and he wrote down what I should do exactly. It was grueling in every sense of the word. It forced me to wax nostalgic about my days playing football, with the pain and soreness that always followed. And Christ, am I sore two days later.
I've also signed onto a nutrition program. It was expensive, but they're very through. They'll even help me grocery shop, to make sure I get the right things. I have weigh food now too, which strikes me as tedious. I guess I can't go at this half-assed.
The only real regret is that I can't attend the gym that I got my tests at. It's in another town that's too far away. So today, I signed on at a local gym. I wasn't thrilled about the place, but it's less than 5 miles away, and it's affordable. The other place was less crowded, and just as clean and well kept. I guess I can learn to live with it, liking a gym seems inconsequential to achieving my actual goals, which is to be able to crush a human skull with my bare hands.
See, I know I'm in bad shape. Not horrible shape, verge of death shape. Just...bad shape. I'm over weight, and my lifestyle habits, well, suck.
So, in light of this gout non-sense, I decided to go see a gym my doctor recommended. I scheduled a 'Fitness Evaluation'. I showed up after a big lunch, expecting a bit of poking, prodding, a few measurements. What I got was situps, pushups, and a nice treadmill session dressed in business casual clothes. The whole thing cost me $150 big ones to boot. I also got my first exposure to pilates. If Ikea sold bondage equipment, i'm pretty sure it would look exactly like pilates.
I left the gym Friday afternoon beat up, and with my wallet a fair bit lighter. It was like I had been politely mugged for my own good. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I turned on my car's radio, and the soothing soto voiced NPR DJ announced the time, and 'Hope your having pleasant Friday.' I sneered at my radio and muttered a sincere "Fuck you."
Saturday, I showed up for my strength test. Same place, same personal trainer. We went over a series of circuits to hit with certain machines, and he wrote down what I should do exactly. It was grueling in every sense of the word. It forced me to wax nostalgic about my days playing football, with the pain and soreness that always followed. And Christ, am I sore two days later.
I've also signed onto a nutrition program. It was expensive, but they're very through. They'll even help me grocery shop, to make sure I get the right things. I have weigh food now too, which strikes me as tedious. I guess I can't go at this half-assed.
The only real regret is that I can't attend the gym that I got my tests at. It's in another town that's too far away. So today, I signed on at a local gym. I wasn't thrilled about the place, but it's less than 5 miles away, and it's affordable. The other place was less crowded, and just as clean and well kept. I guess I can learn to live with it, liking a gym seems inconsequential to achieving my actual goals, which is to be able to crush a human skull with my bare hands.