I'm Tired*
The Long Road to Recovery

Clearly, I've Lost My Mind

Not only did I wake up and get out of bed before it was light out this morning, but I willingly went out to Washington Square Park for a boot-camp style workout.  As I was cleaning out a huge pile of mail, I stumbled across a flyer from Bootcamp Republic, announcing their next session.  Assuming it was some sort of message, and inspired by Doug and Leora, enrolled in a similar program in Brooklyn, (they were out during OJ doing squat thrusts and situps with huge water jugs; I was proud enough that I went for a run), I went for my free trial workout.  It's now light out, and I'm not sure my quads are going to support me for the rest of the day, but we'll see how it goes.

This madness and the Pilates were inspired by the fact that I really want to improve my fitness level before my 35th birthday, which is rapidly approaching, and maintain it thereafter.  When I did the AIDS ride and other long-distance rides, I went to spin classes and strength training several times a week, and yoga once a week.  Now my workouts are spotty, irregular, and certainly nowhere near as intense as a spin class.  I barely went biking this summer, and my flexibility has dwindled to a pathetic level.  It's sad and frustrating, but I know I'm the only one who can do anything about it, and I know I have the capacity to do it.  So -- wish me luck and think of me as you're snuggled in your beds every Monday, Wednesday and Friday morning at 6am for the next few weeks.  And don't be upset if I can't go out late with you on Sunday, Tuesday and Thursday.  It's nothing personal.

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