Day 334: The workout

I went to the gym yesterday in my new campaign to get back in shape.

I've never really been much of a workout freak, but I am genetically blessed so I've managed to make it this far in my life without having to do much of anything and still look pretty good.

I know, I know I'm very lucky, except when you think that now I have to change everything that I'm accustomed to in order to maintain this fabulous slightly fluffy physique... but that's ok. It will make me better in the long run.

I was inspired to try to start the workout regime again, after getting my massage over the weekend. Sounds like a random connection, but you certainly won't think so when you hear the story.

It started as a normal massage, nothing unusual, the typical rubbing and kneading, then about half way through, as the masseuse was massaging my back, I could feel my butt starting to move. And not just jiggle a little bit, I mean move. My butt cheeks were waving in unison... like the American flag during a big gust of wind.... back and forth.... back and forth.... all I could think was... seriously? When did this happen?

I was slightly mortified until I forced myself to get a reality check, it was all I could do to keep my dignity through the rest of the treatment. So I searched my brain for anything to keep me from obsessing about what was happening.

I landed on the worst case scenario, convincing myself that I couldn't possibly be the worst person this guy has ever had to put his hands on. I said to myself 'surely there was a hairy sweaty man he massaged somewhere in his past.'

I'll never know what he was thinking, if anything, but the experience was enough to get me to call my friend who is a trainer and see when I could visit her.

So I headed into the gym to meet with the Encourager. She gave me a few minor exercises to do, knowing full good and well that my heart wasn't completely in it, but I did them... stopping in between to catch my breath.

She also knows me well enough to know that if she pushes me too hard she'll never see me again. In fact it's not uncommon for her to say 'wow, nice of you to grace us with you presence today'... 'You know I went easy on you right? Because I want to see you.... I miss you.'

After a very light workout, and by light I mean four exercises, we decided gossiping and catching up was more fun, so of course that won out.

I didn't think much of any of it until late morning today, when I realized I was sore.

How could I be sore?! I didn't d-o a-n-y-t-h-i-n-g! Sure it's been a while since I've exercised, but I've always been in pretty good shape. What the heck happened to me?

Toward the end of the day I even started veering to the right when I walked! I almost ran into a wall grabbing my lunch leftovers from the fridge! Did I work one side more than the other? Is that why I was walking to the right? The bigger question, how do I keep it from happening again?!

I made it through the day and home safely, thankfully it didn't continue in the car on the drive home but I'm left wondering why do I always do things this way?

Get complacent, realize there's dimples on my butt, and then decide its time to do something, when it will take twice as long and twice the work to get it accomplished, instead of being constant.

I guess we all have weaknesses, and one of mine is being a procrastinator.