Gym Class Revisited - Or Now I Remember What Torture Feels Like
My wife and I have reached the age (I am from the 8-track era) where you think about your health more often. We decided we wanted to be healthier. We talked about going on one of those extreme diets, but decided a gradual change in diet was more realistic and sustainable (for me, at least.) So we have been gradually eating healthier. Trying to avoid processed foods and preservatives. And eating more fresh foods. We have both lost weight. My wife more than me. We still eat “treats”, but less frequently. I can live with this plan.
We also knew we needed to be more active. We both like to walk, so we do that together. My wife likes to jog and run, but 27 years of loading airplanes took a toll on my joints, so running is painful for me. Don’t get me wrong. I can run. If a bear was chasing me, I would be fast as the wind. But I would really feel it if I survived. My wife also joined a gym and has been getting into shape. I am just not a gym person. Using exercise machines is like torture to me. “This is so incredibly boring. Can’t we just go outside and walk on the greenway?”
But I realize I am not in shape (unless you consider Jello a shape), so I decided to go old school and start doing those classic gym class exercises at home. Sit-ups, push-ups, jumping jacks, etc. I also knew I needed a “gym teacher” to keep me going “Get up off the floor Starlin and give me 20 laps!” So I got one of those workout apps that talk you through a series of exercises. I figured 10 minutes would be a good start. Ha. Five minutes into it I was dying. My heart was saying “This isn’t Netflix!” My joints were creaking like 55 year old floorboards. So I cut it back to five minutes. I will gradually increase my time once my body gets over the shock of actually doing something physical again. Today was day three of “gym class.” I think this will work for me.
That’s the bell. You may now head to your next class.
Photo by Guillaume de Germain