I should have known better than to sign up in the first place: I've proven time and again that for me, a gym membership is a waste of money.
But I was optimistic. Once again.
And for a while, I was actually pretty good about going. I like the machines—the ones that work various muscle groups, that keep track of my routine. I sorta kinda like classes—Zumba, yoga—though there, my intentions were definitely a whole lot better than my follow-through. I really meant to use the beautiful swimming pool.
But for the past few months? Nada. Zip. A big fat zero.
So yeah: time to throw in the towel.
Which isn't to say I'm going to stop exercising.
After I get back from Norway at the beginning of July, I have all sorts of good intentions. I'll just be following through closer to home.
I've got my beautiful road bike, which I ride far too seldom. That will be changing.
I've got my (also seldom-used) kettlebells, and today I downloaded an app with various kettlebell exercises. Great for core conditioning, so I understand.
I've got another app for a 7-minute floor routine, some twelve exercises: regular and side planks, chair step-ups, wall squats, pushups, situps. Et cetera. Seven minutes? I can do seven minutes.
And I've got great dirt trails just five minutes away where I can get back to running—warming up by walking to get there.
So yeah: I don' need no stinkin' gym. I can get plenty of exercise, and for free.
The key will be scheduling it in.
But I'll worry about that when I get back from vacation, and all things are possible!
2 comments:
I adored kettle bells--so much that I injured my back, but yeah, exercise--let's just think about it later...
you don't need no stinkin gym!
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