I joined a gym!
My feelings about this are somewhere between excited and terrified, but I’m looking forward to getting started. I never considered myself an “exerciser” until 2011 when I began running and working out on a somewhat regular basis. I got into it pretty quickly and found myself exercising four to five days a week which was unheard of for me — I felt great, went down a pant size, was signing up for 5Ks and a 10K — and then . . . I . . . gradually . . . stopped. Well, almost stopped. I still ran a little here and there, did sporadic floor exercises, “push-ups” on the stairs, squats while blow drying my hair, but it was all going to hell and my motivation was waning.
So I decided to join a gym. Here’s why:
1. Motivation. I need to be where other people are working out. It’s tough to stay motivated when I’m doing it alone.
2. Weights. After receiving poor results on a recent bone density scan, I have no choice but to begin strength training.
3. Classes. Yoga, Zumba, Cycle, Pilates, Boot Camp!
4. The big 5-0. I’m turning 50 this year. Aaaaagh! When? How? Must turn back time!
5. Cost. It’s crazy inexpensive right now at Gold’s Gym. Maybe they have good deals where you live?
6. Alzheimer’s Prevention! Exercise and pumping iron are two of the best things I can do for my brain. It’s a no-brainer. ; )
Also, see me in that batting cage? It was a lot of fun, and it brought back memories of my softball days, but that was on Dec. 26th, two weeks ago, and I am STILL in pain. I am so dog-gone weak that I have virtually no upper body strength, and I’m still paying for my batting fun.
I am weak. I want to get strong. That’s why I joined a gym.