Talk about failure (see previous post).
Five times this week I have schlepped my workout gear across the icy Mississippi to the office and four times I have schlepped it back home with me, unused. As I’ve previously mentioned, reality intervenes: domestic responsibilities, work deadlines, the list goes on.
At least I’ve been able to get in a good long walk every day (though March in Minnesota is the cruelest month of the year — 20 degrees one day, below zero the next). And, as the Mayo Clinic points out, 30 minutes of walking each day is enough to boost my immune system, clean out my arteries, and increase my stamina. What more could a geezer want?
Well, resistance training, if you must know — which has its own rewards. So, the good news is that tonight the planets somehow have aligned and I will head downstairs after work and do all that stuff I’ve been thinking about — but not doing — all week.
It all makes me think maybe I should get up an hour earlier and haul my butt to the gym before work in order to get back on track. You know — show a little discipline, get into a good rhythm, really commit to this stuff.
Ha. Ha. Ha.