So, I’ve been trying for awhile to get back into the routine of going to the gym. For awhile, I was going to our gym before work, but just couldn’t keep up getting up at 5 every morning. I am not a morning person.
So, in February, we were already planning to join a new gym. However, going in the evening totally kills the evening: I leave the house at 8 most mornings, and don’t get back until at least 6. If we go to the gym after that, that means not eating until 7, but we try to get to bed by 10. It’s even worse if we eat first. Add to that community group on Wednesdays, sound most Thursdays, and that pretty much kills any momentum you try to build.
However, the gym has a location about 5 minutes from my office. That means that, including drive time, changing and showering, I can squeeze a 30 minute workout in. A little aerobic, some weights, enough to get the heartrate up for awhile and work the muscles. Not my dream workout, but doing that 4 times a week, plus at least a good workout on the weekend, and we might be getting somewhere.
So, all of that backstory to get to the meat of my post. Working out in suburbia in the middle of the day is a bit odd. I sorta expected it to be empty. However, there were a couple of stereotypical “soccer moms”, but a bunch of, shall we say, seniors of the community. So, there I am, changing the leg curl machine from 20 lbs to 130, and thinking about Andrea’s grandmother, and the conversations Andrea and I have been having about being active now, so that we can stay active longer. With P.O.D. blasting on my iPod. Yeah.
Oh, and climbing the two flights of stairs back up to the office was not fun after working my legs. Just in case you were wondering.
