I joined a gym.
Those of you who know me from my Cedarhurst days know that I was a very unactive member of Club Central for years. That place sure did get its money's worth out of me. But this gym is different, because it has an indoor and outdoor pool and will be our (much more expensive) "North Woodmere Park Town Pool" come hot weather. It has chugim (activities) for the kids. Liat and Tali are taking a Spinning Chug, and Orli and I swim while they do that. So I am hopeful that the whole family will actually use this gym.
Today I got on the treadmill for the first time in, I don't know, 8 months. (And I wasn't consistently exercising 8 months ago either). I went with a friend and the two of us starting walking. I can tell she's pushing herself harder than me, but I figure I should go easy, I don't want to give myself a heart attack or anything. Then she begins to run, and no way am I going to do that. But I'm feeling pretty good. I'm doing 4.5, and I don't feel like I'm even working all that hard. I'm thinking to myself, hey, maybe I'm not in as bad shape as I thought...I'm just about to knock it up to 4.7 or 4.8, when Tammy says sweetly, "You know that's in kilometers,not miles, right?" The stricken look I must have given her made her laugh so hard she almost fell off her machine (which would have served her right!)
I guess I am in as bad shape as I thought.
This gym also has a spa. For signing up, I get a free treatment. A hot stone massage is sounding pretty good to me right about now.
The Stuff That Lasts, Part Deux
5 weeks ago