THE PUSH

There are many excuses for me not to go to the gym.

 It's over 20 miles driving for me. But then again, it's over 20 miles to get to almost anyplace when you live this far out in the country.

It's funner to sit at the computer and write silly blogs like this on, pinterest things, and stalk people on Facebook - but sitting is only increasing the size of my fat butt.

The dogs miss me. Well, for about four seconds, and then they simply collapse into their happy comatose state and sleep until I get come back home.

I wish I could be spending the time with the horses. Although I know from experience that once it's over 80 degrees, neither the horses or I have patience with each other.

Okay, I've run out of excuses. I better get dressed and head for the gym.

SO WHEN DOES IT BECOME BETTER?

I am pretty proud of myself; for the past four weeks, I have gotten to the gym (AND worked out) for three times each week.

I started with literally walking for only 10 minutes on the treadmill; I'm now up to 30 minutes and about a mile and a quarter.

I'm lifting some weights - there are enough people in the morning that the 'heavy' lifters seem to crowd the machines. But I'm going what I can each day. And if nothing else, I do some floor work in addition to my regular stretches.


So when do I start feeling better?

Yes, I feel energized for about 20 minutes afterwards - enough time to get my shower and begin driving back home.

But by the time I walk in the front door, all I was to do is lay down and take a nap -- which is what I usually do.

I feel exhausted most of the time - which is the main reason I began working out again, to get RID of that feeling.


Any suggestions, people?

MUSCLES

I'm not in very good physical shape at the moment.


When I was 36, I could run four miles pretty easily. I could lift some pretty impressive weights. And I weighed about 65 lbs. less than I do right now.


So the site of 64 containers of flooring that needed to be loaded, driven home, and then unloaded, was slightly intimidating.

And watching the shocks on my pickup truck groan under the weight of only one-third of these packages.... well, I must admit that my back experienced a sympathetic twinge.

So I was unreasonably proud of myself when I discovered the individually I could pretty easily heft, unload and stack the flooring.

So I did.