Back in the saddle again
So, tonight after work, for like the first time in six months, I went to the Gym.
It's funny, in the summer I worked out after work every day. Monday thru Friday, 45 minutes on the bike for 16 miles. It was just part of my daily routine. I felt good phsyically, I felt like I had a good outlook on things in my life things were good.
It really just takes me to make up my mind that I want to do it. I mean, I enjoy working out. It energizes me and I like that feeling of burn after work myself hard and I love taking that shower afterward. All it usually takes is something to spark me. Last summer, I went to a wedding as a guest of Kristen and she remarked that I looked good in my suit and I thought, "Yeah, but I want to look better." So the next day I started to work out.
I stuck with it for close to eight weeks without missing a day then on a Friday near the end of my ride, I was working out while watching CNN headline news and heard: "New studies show that Americans should work out 30 minutes each day, and twice that if they want to lose weight." And I was struck. I mean, here I was felling good about how much I had been doing, 45 minutes a day five times a week... and I'm not doing enough? I'm supposed to feel crappy about not having the time or the inclination to strech my workouts from 45 minutes to 84 minutes?!?!
So I stopped. Right there I gave up. And I didn't go back unitl tonight.
So I had been in my best shape since high school, and now 7 months later, I'm probably in my worst. So here I go at trying to get back into it. I have to learn to be less of an all-or-nothing type person. I have to realize that working out once in a week is better than not doing it at all. Story of my life. Being a lazy perfectionist blows sometimes.
It's funny, in the summer I worked out after work every day. Monday thru Friday, 45 minutes on the bike for 16 miles. It was just part of my daily routine. I felt good phsyically, I felt like I had a good outlook on things in my life things were good.
It really just takes me to make up my mind that I want to do it. I mean, I enjoy working out. It energizes me and I like that feeling of burn after work myself hard and I love taking that shower afterward. All it usually takes is something to spark me. Last summer, I went to a wedding as a guest of Kristen and she remarked that I looked good in my suit and I thought, "Yeah, but I want to look better." So the next day I started to work out.
I stuck with it for close to eight weeks without missing a day then on a Friday near the end of my ride, I was working out while watching CNN headline news and heard: "New studies show that Americans should work out 30 minutes each day, and twice that if they want to lose weight." And I was struck. I mean, here I was felling good about how much I had been doing, 45 minutes a day five times a week... and I'm not doing enough? I'm supposed to feel crappy about not having the time or the inclination to strech my workouts from 45 minutes to 84 minutes?!?!
So I stopped. Right there I gave up. And I didn't go back unitl tonight.
So I had been in my best shape since high school, and now 7 months later, I'm probably in my worst. So here I go at trying to get back into it. I have to learn to be less of an all-or-nothing type person. I have to realize that working out once in a week is better than not doing it at all. Story of my life. Being a lazy perfectionist blows sometimes.