I fell off the wagon about a year ago. No dings, cuts or bruises, but it’s been painful nonetheless. What wagon? The gym wagon. And, let me just say, it has been hard as hell getting back on. Oh, I still walk an hour or so every day, but somehow I do not seem to be able to walk myself the three short blocks to the gym. We were so close, my gym and I. But our love affair has dimmed. We’ve lost our spark. I’ve cheated. I’ve been seeing others. Yep, I had a fling with Jazzercise. I’ve combed the listings for Parks and Rec. I even flirted a little with the weights that sit patiently behind the door in my office. None of these relationships stuck. Maybe I’ve been looking for LUV in all the wrong places. And now I’m watching the hubs build a steady love affair of his own with the gym. My gym! I feel a wee bit like the jilted lover and I do not like the feeling. Not one bit. Oh, I’ve got excuses…LOTS of them. I work full time. I have social and philanthropic commitments. I have to write my blog. It’s hot. I’m tired. I’m bored. My shoulder hurts. Something else hurts. The classes are full. The list is endless. And a complete load of horse puckey.
There’s more than a little irony working here as well. You see, I’m the woman who started going to the gym seven years ago and loved it so much I studied for and became a personal fitness trainer. I know better. I’ve taught others how to get fit. And still, I sit. Watching my buffness slowly (thank God!) turn into mushness. Waiting for some magic spark of energy. Here’s what I now know for sure. I’m pretty much all in or all out. No halfway for me. And lately, I’ve been all out. Hubs always says “a body in motion stays in motion. A body at rest …well you know.” Every now and then the Old Guy nails it.
Fellow blogger, Andrea Mee Maurer, posted a while back about Matt Cutts’ TED talk Try something new thing for 30 days. Andrea was smitten with the idea and committed to blog every day for 30 days. Love the idea. Loved every one of your posts. Andrea, you and TED have inspired me! I’m going to use the 30 day plan to get my butt back into the gym. It’s not something new, but I’m going to use the next 30 days to re-acquaint myself with my triceps, biceps, lats, and quads. Re-kindle my love of sweat. Regain my passion for sore muscles. Remind myself what I loved about Yoga, Zumba, Lift and Sculpt in the first place. Oh, I know it won’t be easy. But it is time. I guess I sat around long enough that the I magic spark I was waiting for finally found me. Don’t know. Don’t care. I’m going with it.
Day One starts tomorrow. I’ll let you know how it goes.