My dear husband convinced me to go to the gym with him yesterday. His gym. A gym or both men and women. I'm going to start by saying I think I prefer women only -- there were far too many very large, very muscular macho men within an uncomfortably close proximity of me. I'm uncomfortable lifting weights as it is, but when you incorporate forty strong men into the picture I become even less comfortable.
I was reminded of how out of shape I am. It's funny and entirely absurd, but I still think of myself as a fit athlete. This proved to be a myth yesterday. To be honest, there have been a number of times I have been faced with the reality that I am not, in fact, in shape, nor could I classify myself as an athlete. Even so, I have held on firmly to the myth. Ignorance is bliss, my friends, ignorance is bliss.
I did really well with going to the gym last year. From November till January at least and then I went to Africa and came back far too busy to think about it. And now, now I am a casual employee at the hospital which means I have no set schedule. Which means I can't make a schedule for the gym. Which means I need to decide to go when I'm not called into work. I think I work better with a planning and preparation. I like knowing. I like going to classes I like going to rather than showing up and doing whatever is scheduled at the time. Also, my gym has the worst hours for someone who does shift work. It isn't open until 6am and it closes by 9pm. And weekends are even worse -- something like 11-3.
Oh. I only do classes. I'm not big on doing things on my own because of a) accountability b) I don't actually know what I'm supposed to do at the gym and c) I am more determined when there is someone watching me and when someone else sets expectations.
Anyway. This is me recommitting to going to the gym. Probably my ladies gym, though I do like exercising with Erik. We'll just have to start running together once the weather warms up again. I miss being fit.
So until next time, keep fit and have fun.
LOL -- I was under the same sublime "igorance is bliss" mentality in my mid-twenties too. No more. Being a fit athlete is too far gone to remember it that closely anymore.
ReplyDeleteBut I distinctly remember seeing a tv show where a girl was bouncing around in a bikini when I was, say, twenty-five. Her butt was so nice and tight and I remember thinking, "Yeah. That's what my butt looks like." Uh. huh. Then I looked in the mirror. And my butt was neither NICE nor TIGHT. Not that I'm complaining. But it just didn't look like THAT. LOL. It still cracks me up to think about that moment of realization. :)