Flex Time

Mar 26, 2012 22:22

After some years of being mildly irritated with myself for getting so far out of shape, I may have finally discovered what will make me go to the gym regularly: money.

Now that I have actually forked over a sum of cash in order to join a gym, I have apparently decided that I'm going to get my money's worth, dammit. I went in for my fitness assessment on Friday, where I got measured, weighed, and questioned about my goals, at which point my trainer gave me a routine, told me to do it for a week and report back to him for further refinements at that point. I have dutifully gone in for a day of doing the routine, two days of cardio work, and another day of the routine. I'm not sure I did four days in a row at the (perfectly adequate) gym facilities at my workplace, but if it's a matter of allowing my hard-earned cash to go wasted, I'm apparently willing to get in the car and get my ass lifting.

This isn't going to be cheap, I know, and lord knows I've got a lot of weight to lose and a lot of BP to drive down. But I've long believed in the principle that you get what you pay for, whether it's a computer printer, a bottle of beer, or even a functional federal government.

Here's hoping I can get just that in the months to come.

motivation, money, fitness

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