Here comes 50
Guys, 50 is staring me in the face. In about two months, I enter a new decade. The thought is fairly mind-blowing, although I’ve been coming to terms with it ever since, um, turning 49.
I’ve got goals to meet.
I’ve been a little sloppy in the past couple of months, so the new gym membership (and attendant kick in the motivational pants) couldn’t have come at a better time.
I think I’ve written about this before: the fact that the body is so responsive to whatever we do or fail to do. So I’m not worried. I know what I need to do.
Here’s the dumb part. I was actually wondering whether my favorite jeans had shrunk (and my favorite shorts) because they were, well, tighter.
Hello! The pants haven’t shrunk; my butt has simply expanded!
I know the cure. The Rush has a whole raft of elliptical trainers and a very, very smooth leg-press machine that I’m just loving.
And tomorrow is leg day . . .
July 16th, 2006 at 8:37 am
In keeping with your careful food intake and dedicated workouts, I would also suggest treating yourself to a physical, complete with colonoscopy, eye exam, dental checkups, mammogram . . . the whole shebang. Consider it a birthday gift to yourself. No sense spending all that money and sweat to have the plumbing or something else vitally important just up and give out.
Early Birthday greetings. Maybe a friend will treat you to a salmon salad at Bravo!
July 16th, 2006 at 10:09 am
Yes, I know you’re right. I need all of the above (except dental–for some reason, that’s one area where I’m always current). Funny how as we get older there are so many more doctor appointments.
Looking forward to the salmon salad.
Mmmmmmmmm.