Wednesday, January 06, 2010
First trip to the YMCA
Just got back from the YMCA after my first attempt at reconditioning this old body. Walking into the exercise room I did a quick survey to see if there were any people I knew. I had to stay away from them, not ready for any public displays of my athletic prowess, so I spotted a vacant tread mill far away from everyone. Didn’t want anyone seeing my very slight incline and slow start up speed. At least I was smart enough to start intelligently. Well, here I go, press the start button Bill you’ve got this far, don’t chicken out. Looked around as I started my “turtle” walk and was totally embarrassed at what I had or had not done to my body. Some of these people were going so damn fast I thought they would take off, even without a runway. Right next to me was an elderly fellow, older than me anyway, setting a smooth fabulous pace at an incline I only aspired to in a week or so. Talk about being embarrassed. To make matters worse I felt someone tapping me on my shoulder. I turned to see an old fellow that I see in church every Sunday. Well now there’s someone who’s seen my pathetic attempt at exercising. After what seemed like 30 minutes, but was more likely 10, I began to struggle with my breathing and gained about 30 beats on the heart rate. Enough of this, but it’s at least a start.
Got on some solid ground, regained my sea legs and headed over to the Concept2 rowing machines. This looked better; at least I can sit down. As I positioned myself I looked over and saw my fellow church member rowing away as though he were in scull going down the Thames. I think all was I was able to row around was a very small pond (about 11 minutes of rowing). Now I was even sweating. I thought, that’s good, must be a sign that I was actually exercising.
Still felt pretty good so I asked for a basketball and went to the gym to shoot a few. In my day I was a pretty good player, but my debut in the gym was another embarrassment, I had trouble even reaching the basket, and that was only from the foul line. For I three pointer I’d need a cannon. After a bit I actually made a few shots. I'm a little achy right now as I sit here, but all in all not bad for a sedentary, out of shape, old guy. And guess what; I’m going back for more tomorrow.
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I am so proud of you Daddy! Especially since it takes my girlfriend to get me down to the gym every day. If she doesn't go - I don't go! Next time you're in the gym shooting hoops let Erica know - she would love to join you (even though I know you go down there when she's in school).
KEEP IT UP!!!!!!
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