OK, so I was presented with a choice tonight. And choices are what define us, I suppose. Well, tonight I chose to go to the gym and do something. It didn’t have to be a huge something, mind you, but I know that I’ve got to start doing just that small something; because that’s better than a big nothing. Seriously, I’ve been worried about some health issues lately. Throw in my chronic degenerative spine and sciatica — I sound like a man much older than I am — and I realize that if I don’t do something I cannot say I tried to stave this. I want to be able to say that I tried.
So tonight I thought about whether I’d try to do that grueling push-up/pull-up routine again. Ultimately (on my way to the gym) I decided to ride the bike. Kyle had told me I needed to ride for an hour a day three times a week. I had decided the previous night that, although my intentions in starting a few days earlier were great and in fact zealous, I needed to hit the reset button on this whole thing. I would have gladly tried a few sets of strength exercises if my chest wasn’t still as sore as it was. I’ll get back there very soon, trust me. But I hopped on that bike and rode my heart out for sixty minutes, never dropping below 95 RPM’s. I felt great. I was tired, I was sweaty, but my heart was pumping and I was alive! OK, that was a bit over the top. Anyway I was getting back in shape and my worries were starting to melt.
Then I went home and ate a bag of Fritos and a pint of ice cream. And it was good.