My New Year's Resolution
I have neglected to inform you of my new exercise regime.
I was recently reminiscing about when I was in my late teens and early twenties I would do 50 pushups and 100 sit-ups every evening. Not the wimpy versions either. Full military style pushups and twist the torso sit-ups.
In my last year of high school, I dared one of the strongest guys to punch me in the stomach. Just to add to the drama, this was in the shower room, after a game of soccer. Mega testosterone.
Everyone knew I had been working out with weights for a few years, much to the embarrassment of several “tough guys”, that I whipped in arm wrestling. Both arms. But, to look at me, I didn’t have an obvious 6-pak of abs developed.
After much cajoling and assurances that if he did hurt me, I wouldn’t report it, he finally agreed. As the crowd gathered around, he wound up and let go a wicked punch to my belly. I smiled as he uttered, “Shit!” and shook his hand.
Over the past 20 years, I have “played” at exercise. Rowing a few “laps around the living room” on a row master, whilst watching the CBC morning news. Pedal a stationary bike “for a few miles”, as I viewed a movie. I would notice, and feel, a positive difference even in a few days. Coworkers, and lady friends, sometimes even remarked that I looked slimmer. But slothfulness would, inevitably, return.
I am now committed to stick to it. I now do 20 sit-ups every morning. I know this doesn’t sound like a lot. But, hey, you can only hit that snooze button so many times.
I was recently reminiscing about when I was in my late teens and early twenties I would do 50 pushups and 100 sit-ups every evening. Not the wimpy versions either. Full military style pushups and twist the torso sit-ups.
In my last year of high school, I dared one of the strongest guys to punch me in the stomach. Just to add to the drama, this was in the shower room, after a game of soccer. Mega testosterone.
Everyone knew I had been working out with weights for a few years, much to the embarrassment of several “tough guys”, that I whipped in arm wrestling. Both arms. But, to look at me, I didn’t have an obvious 6-pak of abs developed.
After much cajoling and assurances that if he did hurt me, I wouldn’t report it, he finally agreed. As the crowd gathered around, he wound up and let go a wicked punch to my belly. I smiled as he uttered, “Shit!” and shook his hand.
Over the past 20 years, I have “played” at exercise. Rowing a few “laps around the living room” on a row master, whilst watching the CBC morning news. Pedal a stationary bike “for a few miles”, as I viewed a movie. I would notice, and feel, a positive difference even in a few days. Coworkers, and lady friends, sometimes even remarked that I looked slimmer. But slothfulness would, inevitably, return.
I am now committed to stick to it. I now do 20 sit-ups every morning. I know this doesn’t sound like a lot. But, hey, you can only hit that snooze button so many times.
posted by Musings from Idle Acres | 6:37 p.m.
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