I joined a fitness club a couple weeks ago which sounds like the typical New Year’s resolution made by most middle-aged guys trying to reclaim what’s been lost.
For me this isn’t about six-packs or personal bests. I’m not middle aged any more so my routine is gloriously simple. My goals are movement, flexibility, and getting my heart strong enough to enjoy life. I’d like to forgo the groaning every time I stand up. Stretching, light cardio, upper/lower body weights: that’s my plan. And the possibility of a post workout massage chair is a definite plus. There’s nothing in the routine that’s dramatic or excessive except the soreness.
Yes, I’m sore, but oddly, I’m enjoying it. I feel looser, steadier, and more energized. Turns out that moving my body is a great reminder that it still wants to work with me. So I’m slowly, steadily and purposefully moving into the new year, taking each day as it comes and working with the challenges it brings.