Because of the way my schedule works out, I realized last night that getting up and going for my 30 minute (building up to a) run wasn’t going to work in the evenings. I want to spend time with my family, after all, and I get up crazy early in the morning. So, going for a 30 minute speedwalk on the treadmill after my son goes to bed doesn’t leave much time for things like spending time with my wife. Which is, when you get right down to it, something that is far more important than exercising.
So, I got up this morning and went to the little workout room in our complex. At 3 am. And it was surprisingly nice. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I was staggering a little for the first few steps, and blinking sleep out of my eyes, but it woke me up nicely. I managed to put in 1.75 miles on the treadmill, plus another third of a mile walking to and from the workout room. So, it was a good morning. Even if I’m not used to being that sweaty at 3;30 in the morning.
After that, hitting the rest of my walking goal should be a cinch. The other exercise goals, though? Not so much of a cinch. I’ve clearly allowed the muscle tone I’d developed to fade away, and I can feel my situps and pushups in my arms and shoulders and gut. I’m not in pain, precisely, but I can clearly tell that more exercise is needed. Which I got, simply because the pool is open and my son is insisting (not unreasonably) that we go every night (another reason that the treadmill probably won’t work out in the evenings).
So, all told, it was a good first day back to my exercise program. Here’s to many more!