PS. I really did write this post on Tuesday, 15 Feb, but Blogger is pesky in that it is pedantic about technicalities like the strike of midnight (see birthday post). Also, February is heart health month. What better time to start taking omega-3 supplements and kicking up some regular cardio?
journey of 1000 miles
Right. Day two. I got a rather late start today, as I started off feeling quite lethargic. (Then, suddenly it was ten thirty at night and still hadn’t eaten yet, and I was still getting dressed at the gym.) As I mentioned yesterday, it is really amazing the cumulative effect of a little bit of work every single day.
Around the turn of the New Year, I’d definitely gotten way lazier about gym-going than I had been for the past two to three years. Back when I was an undergrad I’d adjusted my weekly schedule to fit in gym time five days a week, and once I was back at home with a gym membership I upped it to six. Then, due to some nonsense, it dropped down to three to four.
I find it easiest to keep on track by writing down my accomplishments. I start out by writing out a program and filling it out as I go, and eventually, the record sheet gets filled and is more incentive for me to go. Nothing like competition with yourself (and only yourself)!
Speaking of undergrad, back in May 2009 when I was graduating from the University of Illinois, my then-roommate, who is from Italy, came to all three of my ceremonies. Because my family lives about three hours away from my university, and because most of them work (like crazy!), they had to come in shifts: I had two ceremonies on Saturday for my individual degrees, and then a general university-wise one on Sunday, so my father and sister came down Saturday and my mom and cousin on Sunday. Anyway, my roommate was the only one to attend all of them, which was very sweet of him, so I promised him I’d fly over to Italy whenever he graduated.
Turns out, the punk graduates this March. 🙂
It’s obviously super last-minute, but I’ve found out that Delta Airlines is holding an airfare sale right now until the first of March, which gives me just enough time to be crazy and work at my parents’ restaurant every day for a week to raise money for my roundtrip flights. (Usually, I’ll work maximum once or twice a week.) Of course, I’m also going to attempt the impossible and set out for the gym in the mornings prior to work (I’m not a morning gym rat).
So this got me thinking. Set some short-term goals for yourself to motivate “the crazy” in you. It also reminds me of what my fold trainer told me about stimulating and speeding up recovery time by regular bursts of intense therapy. Believe me, even with the slowness of progress, you’re making microscopic gains even just by going through the motions.
You know what to do. Just make sure you do it.
And before you know it, it’s ten PM and you’re still at the gym. 😛 (I guess that’s a metaphor for how things occur seemingly out of nowhere with the accumulation of activity.)
Seriously, though, this past Saturday? I was getting my hair done at the salon in my gym (who in Chicagoland/NY/D.C. goes to XSport? Isn’t it the best?) and I mentioned to my stylist that I felt strange being at the gym but not working out. And then I reflected backward into the past week and realized I’d worked out at the gym six days of that week!
Who knew just grabbing that gym bag and trekking out once a day would add up to that much? And today, I was there exercising for two hours (wow!). Totally lost track of time.
So I stopped feeling so guilty about getting my hair done. 😉
To our healing,