Training. To train. Train-a-rama. I like this version of the definition of “train”: gaining the physical ability to perform and survive.
Yeah, baby.
I had to switch my thought process from “going to the gym”, “losing weight” and so on to TRAINING. It just seemed more exciting. To train. I’m training so I can go up the stairs from the LRT station and not keel over. I’m training so I can one day do the monkey bars again. I’m training so I don’t die on snowshoes in the wilderness.
It keeps coming back to setting little goals and making them happen bit by bit.
My average gym workouts look like this:
- 40-60 minutes – incline treadmill, no lower than a 5 (of 15)
- Push ups
- Sit ups
- Leg lifts
Mountain climbersStopped doing these in public when my shirt almost went over my head. No one needs to see that.
- Squats
- Planks – sort of
- Assorted moves using your own body weight against you that I’ve seen on TV, You Tube, etc but have no idea of the names.
All these floor exercises I do in the fitness alcoves found dotted around the track at my community centre. I grab a mat, throw up my hood a la Rocky Balboa, plug in my head phones and just do it. I do all the embarrassing/humiliating exercises after the runners have passed by.
I want to branch out a bit, but it took enough guts to do my alcove training in public. No self confidence, perhaps. I think people are whispering, “What makes her think SHE can do that??” Like box jumps. Or weight lifting. Or maybe an intimidating class like “Cardio Thunder.” I have to work my way into trying new stuff and not feeling like an idiot. Not to mention my lack of memory and coordination.
My January weight loss goal – as I told my little fitness group on FB – was to lose 9 lbs in January. So, hopefully all that nonsense above is good to go for the first month. Oh, and that 3 mile a day for 45 days challenge? Killing me. I feel so guilty if I don’t get 3 miles in!! So, I just do it.
