It is 5:15 AM. The alarm goes off and I let out a groan. Not possible. It can't be time to get up! I had had a horrid night of very little sleep. My thoughts screamed, "Go back to bed"! My resolve said, "Get up fatty"!
All warm and snuggly under the blankets, my nose cold from the cold air in my bedroom, I know I do not want to throw back the covers and enter the frozen world called January. I waddle over to the alarm and turn it off setting it for 6:00 AM for when Mr. T would need to be awakened by The SM.
The gym. I've never had a membership to a gym in my life! I'm not sure this could actually be called a gym but I have a membership and I belong and that which could be equated to hell begins at 5:45 AM. No equipment other than free weights, our own weight we are packing on our bodies, and an hour of sweat.
Back up it up Bessie. I've never belonged to a gym but I have for years worked out at home with different videos/DVDs,jogging,etc.
It has been a long time since I have 'worked out'. I've tried over the past few years since getting sick but I always end up back on the couch. I probably will this time as well but I can't stand how things are going south
and curdling so I'm going to the gym.
It's been tough. Not only physically but for my pride. I used to be in really great shape. I could kick pretty much anybodies trash when working out. Stamina. I had it. This week, as I've started up again I am winded/wasted/PATHETIC! A half hour into working out and I am pacing the sidelines trying not to throw up. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth I pace gritting my teeth. No eye contact to the other ladies kicking my trash. Just me. Walking back and forth in the back of the room trying to get things to settle.
By the way, these are not teeny bopper teenage/college age students kicking my trash. These are women my age and quite a bit older. To say the least, I'm way impressed with what some of these hotty grandmas can do!
Today, pride was attacking me again. Time and time again I had to quit what ever we were doing. If we were running, I was always the last to get to the end. So slooooow! Depressing!
And then, I remembered this post.
Thank you! I needed that.
Tomorrow, when I go back, Pride! Be prepared to be kicked in the pants.
"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together... there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think............." — A.A. Milne