Today I went to the gym again. This is a good sign. It’s like the first bird poop of spring. On one hand I was up at 5am getting ready to kick my own ass against some mostly stationary metal objects, to be reminded by everything in the room how weak and flabby I am. However I was there, and I did 100% of my weight training workout and about 60% of by aerobic workout. That’s ok, I’ll pick that up as the week goes on.
It took me at least three major tries to quit smoking over 13years, hopefully it takes less than a year to making exercise and saving a regular part of my life. I’ve never done either of any measure between the ages of 10 and 31. I’m not extraordinary in that regard. Perhaps the only thing extraordinary is that after 21 years of moderate success doing neither, I would actually increase my diligence in an attempt to get more out of my life.
I don’t think the gym is going to be it though, I think I need to do something interesting with it. At one point fighting on the mat was the right thing. Now I think my bones my be a bit old for that. Yes at 31 I do think that. Maybe I’m a big pussy, but I guess I need to find that out for myself. I’m not going to be pushed into anything that doesn’t interest me. I’m also thinking about rock climbing. Skiing, snowboarding, running and cycling no thanks.
more later.