Each day is an adventure complete with new experiences. Today's adventure was a trip to the gym. I finally have summoned the courage and possibly the commitment to exercise. One late afternoon last week I trundled my weary self down to the local Curves franchise. A very perky silver haired woman extolled the virtues of the 30 minute workout circuit. While I did not share her enthusiasm, nor could I work myself up to any kind of excitement about the virtues of excerise, I dutifully handed over a voided cheque. In that moment, I committed to a regular routine of moving my body. Ugh!
Several days later I found myself back at the gym. This time it was to receive orientation about the vast array of weight machines I would be expected to use as I made my way around the circle. Each machine would be worked for thirty seconds followed by thirty seconds marching in place on a little piece of wood. The idea is that you go around the circuit twice and you have completed a cardio and weight workout. However, you can't just start. There is training involved. You need to learn how to place your feet, where to put your arms, how to move your body. As soon as the orientation was complete, my brain emptied all the information into the recycle bin. I don't why they think middle aged women will retain any of the training that is imparted. The Leaky Brain Syndrome is rampant in women in their fifties.
Today was my first attempt to actually do the workout. I showed up with a bit of an attitude. Slightly grumpy would best describe my emotional accessory for the day. It went well with my tight navy capri yoga pants, over sized navy tee shirt and lovely gray runners. I was the picture of a committed gym goer.
There was no one on the circuit when I arrived, which was a good thing. The trainers had to retrain me! Little by little I was joined by women of all sizes and ages. Together we huffed and puffed our way around the circle. A little conversation about, what else, food, ensued. One of the women was a health inspector and gave us a run down on the cleanest and nastiest restaurants in town. I wonder if the management hired her to talk in the hopes it would discourage our impulse to eat out.
Around I went twice. A good session of stretching and a bottle of water finished off the event. Street shoes back on and out to the car I go. Amazingly, as I got into the car, I realized I had actually enjoyed the workout. Progress is being made. After all, one workout does not a gym goddess make. I think the number is, in fact, three. Maybe by the end of the week goddess status will be achieved. The world really does need to watch out!
Several days later I found myself back at the gym. This time it was to receive orientation about the vast array of weight machines I would be expected to use as I made my way around the circle. Each machine would be worked for thirty seconds followed by thirty seconds marching in place on a little piece of wood. The idea is that you go around the circuit twice and you have completed a cardio and weight workout. However, you can't just start. There is training involved. You need to learn how to place your feet, where to put your arms, how to move your body. As soon as the orientation was complete, my brain emptied all the information into the recycle bin. I don't why they think middle aged women will retain any of the training that is imparted. The Leaky Brain Syndrome is rampant in women in their fifties.
Today was my first attempt to actually do the workout. I showed up with a bit of an attitude. Slightly grumpy would best describe my emotional accessory for the day. It went well with my tight navy capri yoga pants, over sized navy tee shirt and lovely gray runners. I was the picture of a committed gym goer.
There was no one on the circuit when I arrived, which was a good thing. The trainers had to retrain me! Little by little I was joined by women of all sizes and ages. Together we huffed and puffed our way around the circle. A little conversation about, what else, food, ensued. One of the women was a health inspector and gave us a run down on the cleanest and nastiest restaurants in town. I wonder if the management hired her to talk in the hopes it would discourage our impulse to eat out.
Around I went twice. A good session of stretching and a bottle of water finished off the event. Street shoes back on and out to the car I go. Amazingly, as I got into the car, I realized I had actually enjoyed the workout. Progress is being made. After all, one workout does not a gym goddess make. I think the number is, in fact, three. Maybe by the end of the week goddess status will be achieved. The world really does need to watch out!
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