I think I made mention of the fact that I was going to start going to a gym for exercise in my last post. Well, I had my first day on Saturday and I know I’ve got a ways to go. First of all, I haven’t trained in years. I was a teenager when I began training with a Vietnam veteran, ex-paratrooper. The sessions were three times a week for ninety minutes and we worked hard.
The training lasted for two and a half years and then the attention shifted to my younger sister since she was playing basketball. I petered off the training after that and then I graduated and just started working. I had no drive to exercise so I really didn’t.
Now, years later, I am tired of my sister’s taunts and I do want to get some muscle definition, so I went in. I was stupid and hadn’t eaten anything before I went in (I also had a little too much to drink last night [story for another time]) and I felt nauseous and light headed, but we took it easy and slow. He had me on the bike for a time, we did kettle bells, pushups on raised boxes, squats, and so on. I definitely regretted not eating, but guzzled my water as fast as I could to make up for it. He liked that my form had not suffered from years of disuse. He gave me some tips and offered to be my trainer should I choose to be trained.
As of right now, I am ‘determined’ to go twice a week, once after class on Wednesdays (between that and my other job), and once on Saturday after tutoring (radiology is no joke). However, I guess I could also go in on Mondays after class and between my doctors. Just so the effect might be faster. Also, I am contemplating protein powder in shakes and such. Otherwise, I’m not changing my diet. After all, I only weigh a little over 110 soaking wet. I just want to build a little muscle and maybe put on a few extra pounds and we shall see. Ah! I pulled one of the many muscles in my body!
And on that note, it’s been real!