There to here to there again.
Since the middle of December of 2007, I've been going to the Refinery Gym on John Street in Champaign. I've been going because I am seriously out of shape, and getting fat. Seriously. I am 71 inches tall, and I weigh 195 pounds. That is sad for a multitude of reasons.
I was thinking back to when I was in the Marine Corps. Even though I had an average physical performance, according the Marines, I was at least fit. When I got out of the MC, I weighed 173 pounds, and I was building muscle because I was going to the gym about five times a week. My contract ended in April of 2005, and I haven't been to a gym until late last year.
I was thinking back to where I used to be, in physical performance, and I suck now. Now, I weigh 195 pounds, and the clothes I used to wear without any discomfort last year are not incredibly tight. I have a gut that cannot be "sucked in" anymore. (Now that I think about it, I've been subconsciously sucking in my gut all the time. I know these things.) That makes me sad. Also, I used to be able to run three miles in about twenty-five minutes, but now I can't even complete that distance at all. The last four attempts I tried to run that distance I would hit a wall at about 2.25 miles. That makes me even more sad.
You know, I go to the gym to get (back) in shape, but it is frustrating. I remember of where I used to be, and where I am now. Whenever I execute my old routine, from the MC (bench presses, lat pull-downs, et cetera), I cannot help but think at how physically weak I am. Whenever I attempted to run three miles, it amazes me how much I let myself go. During those running sessions, I am simply exhasted. Sometimes I'll look in a mirror, and I am amazed, shocked, and saddened, by how I look, physically. I just look dumpy.
I'll get back in shape soon enough. After going to the gym on a regular basis for almost four months, I am finally beginning to see some improvement in my physical performance. I am a bit stronger. I just wish I could run three miles without falling out! I also want to lose the extra twenty-five pounds I have gained since 2005.
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I was thinking back to when I was in the Marine Corps. Even though I had an average physical performance, according the Marines, I was at least fit. When I got out of the MC, I weighed 173 pounds, and I was building muscle because I was going to the gym about five times a week. My contract ended in April of 2005, and I haven't been to a gym until late last year.
I was thinking back to where I used to be, in physical performance, and I suck now. Now, I weigh 195 pounds, and the clothes I used to wear without any discomfort last year are not incredibly tight. I have a gut that cannot be "sucked in" anymore. (Now that I think about it, I've been subconsciously sucking in my gut all the time. I know these things.) That makes me sad. Also, I used to be able to run three miles in about twenty-five minutes, but now I can't even complete that distance at all. The last four attempts I tried to run that distance I would hit a wall at about 2.25 miles. That makes me even more sad.
You know, I go to the gym to get (back) in shape, but it is frustrating. I remember of where I used to be, and where I am now. Whenever I execute my old routine, from the MC (bench presses, lat pull-downs, et cetera), I cannot help but think at how physically weak I am. Whenever I attempted to run three miles, it amazes me how much I let myself go. During those running sessions, I am simply exhasted. Sometimes I'll look in a mirror, and I am amazed, shocked, and saddened, by how I look, physically. I just look dumpy.
I'll get back in shape soon enough. After going to the gym on a regular basis for almost four months, I am finally beginning to see some improvement in my physical performance. I am a bit stronger. I just wish I could run three miles without falling out! I also want to lose the extra twenty-five pounds I have gained since 2005.
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