Is it cowardly that I am using my impending medical examination, upcoming in six weeks, as motivation for getting back into shape? That's taking white coat syndrome to the extreme, I would think.
I am really starting to feel the excesses of the past two months, which is one of the reasons that I only bought Hallowe'en candy that I don't like this year. Hallowe'en is dear to my heart, but I don't want to be wearing it on my heart. Or my hips, for that matter.
I spent a good portion of September and October travelling, which is my iron-clad excuse for letting my exercise regimen slip. An excuse, but not a justification. I've also started to get some repetitive strain injuries, along with an increase in age-related aches and pains. So my workouts have been getting shorter and fewer and less intense.
But now, as they say in the industry, it's nut-cuttin' time. I'd rather deal with an inflamed iliotibial band or a wonky hip than a blocked aorta.
I have blown the dust off the equipment in the torture chamber and am now supplementing intense workouts with more moderately paced walks with Steve. No more hiding behind the last vestiges of youth; it's time to embrace my inner 70-year-old Swede.
How has your approach to exercise changed over the years?