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…I went! Yeah I know that doesn’t rhyme but who cares, I FINALLY got back in the gym. It’s been a while, a long while, over a year since I graced the floors of a gym. It’s not that I didn’t want to go, I had other financial priorities and a gym membership wasn’t one of them. Yes, I know that’s no excuse. I could work out at home, outdoors (not in the summer in Arizona), etc. etc. etc. I didn’t. Should I have been, yep. Was the intention there, yep. Did I, nope. Now that I got that out, here’s how it went.
First, let me admit that I signed up for another gym membership over a month ago with the idea that I was going to work out nearly every day during my free month, after all, I have a 30 year class reunion coming up, Go Pirates. That’s what my mouth said. Didn’t happen. 😕Last night, after having worked, Bible study, and outreach I wanted to go sit and have some wings and drink. Mind you, my plan that morning was to do all I mentioned except the food/drink, I planned to for the gym to be my final stop. My bag was in the car and I was headed to go eat, drink and be merry. I am thankful I got a PUSH I needed. An encouragement to just go. Don’t divert, “go workout.” After stopping at three different stores I reluctantly went.
It was a long walk from the parking lot to the inside of the door. I sat and pushed myself to go. The parking lot was full and I thought, “ugh, too many people, I don’t feel like this.” I kept pushing. I sat in the car perusing through social media, mentally I kept pushing. I walked really slow going in, I kept pushing. I fumbled through my purse to find my member card, I kept pushing. I momentarily stared at the bucket of Tootsie Rolls on the desk, sheesh – the struggle. I resisted and kept pushing. I made it to the locker room, changed and hit the treadmill. I PUSHED MYSELF!
I did a solid 45 minutes of cardio (not incl cool downs). I didn’t push too hard on the workout wanting to ease by body through the shock of it all. I was panting on a 2.0 speed on the treadmill. LOL! When I paused at 5 min to stretch…ohhhh…my ligaments were so tight, felt like pulling steel. I gradually increased the speed and incline. 35 min done. On to the elliptical. Sweating. Heart rate up and now I have my mojo back. 18 min done. I was ready to keep gong but stopped. I know my body.
Today, yes I said today because my bag is in the car, I will go further. Ab work. By Monday, I’ll have a plan for an upper/lower body routine incorporating weights. So now I can spit the rhymes…Hi ho, hi ho off to the gym I go! #SurvivorTales
P.S. I did grab a couple of Tootsie Rolls on my way out. One step at a time.😏
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