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wordinista) wrote2005-08-23 12:32 pm
wordinista) wrote2005-08-23 12:32 pm
omg kill me now
Okay, so... yeah. I've made a disturbing discovery. Actually, it's not so much a "discovery" as an "acknowledgment." I have fallen so completely out of shape it's not remotely funny. I was doing pretty good last summer, taking regular trips to the college fitness center. In fact, I was doing damn good. And then we moved a half hour away from said fitness center, and I got a lot less "good." So, then we moved back closer to where we lived before, and I'm rather close to the fitness center -- again. But I feel kind of weird using it, since I'm not exactly teaching this semester. I'm still an employee, so I suppose I COULD use it, but... yeah. Feels weird.
So, this past weekend, I found this.
It seemed like a good idea, actually. "Seemed like a good idea at the time," as they say -- famous last words.
Holy shit, kill me now. I knew I'd fallen out of shape, but this? Is ridiculous.
Of course, it reminded me why I prefer to go to fitness centers and use equipment -- I like seeing my progress. It's harder to see progress when you're working out at home. (And I'm constantly afeared of catching my fingers in the ceiling fan -- yes, I'm that tall.)
I'll keep using it, because I'm just that much of a masochist, and I feel as if maybe I haven't given "Maya" a fair shake. For an animated "trainer," she's far more tolerable than most aerobics instructors I've seen.
My plan is -- and I do have a plan -- is to shed some poundage and get my lower body back in the shape it used to be, and then see about taking riding lessons again. I've probably forgotten all I've learned (heels down, dammit!), and I'm probably too old to start up again, but after reading so many of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
vitanifyrewolf's posts, it's hit me that I really miss riding. I mean, a LOT. I even got a new pair of riding boots after I moved up to Alexandria, with the belief that I'd start up again. Unfortunately, grad school took up a bit too much time for that. So I've got a sweet pair of boots I've never even USED, and a definite itch to ride again. Lessons weren't that expensive, if memory serves, unless I wanted to lease a horse. (Ohhh, that was tempting for a long while. Still is, except for, you know, the money part.)
I'm sure I'm not the only 30 year old out there yearing to recapture her halcyon days of old.
...
Dear god, is this the start of a mid-life crisis?
So, this past weekend, I found this.
It seemed like a good idea, actually. "Seemed like a good idea at the time," as they say -- famous last words.
Holy shit, kill me now. I knew I'd fallen out of shape, but this? Is ridiculous.
Of course, it reminded me why I prefer to go to fitness centers and use equipment -- I like seeing my progress. It's harder to see progress when you're working out at home. (And I'm constantly afeared of catching my fingers in the ceiling fan -- yes, I'm that tall.)
I'll keep using it, because I'm just that much of a masochist, and I feel as if maybe I haven't given "Maya" a fair shake. For an animated "trainer," she's far more tolerable than most aerobics instructors I've seen.
My plan is -- and I do have a plan -- is to shed some poundage and get my lower body back in the shape it used to be, and then see about taking riding lessons again. I've probably forgotten all I've learned (heels down, dammit!), and I'm probably too old to start up again, but after reading so many of
vitanifyrewolf's posts, it's hit me that I really miss riding. I mean, a LOT. I even got a new pair of riding boots after I moved up to Alexandria, with the belief that I'd start up again. Unfortunately, grad school took up a bit too much time for that. So I've got a sweet pair of boots I've never even USED, and a definite itch to ride again. Lessons weren't that expensive, if memory serves, unless I wanted to lease a horse. (Ohhh, that was tempting for a long while. Still is, except for, you know, the money part.)I'm sure I'm not the only 30 year old out there yearing to recapture her halcyon days of old.
...
Dear god, is this the start of a mid-life crisis?
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I'm pushing 30 myself, which I suppose is part of my motivation for taking up weightlifting again (not to mention having the constant example of my super-thin 22-year-old bf in front of me, egads). At his age, I was 5 feet tall, 146 lbs, and a size 4. I had fabulous arms, shoulders, and legs. I find that I miss that. T_T
Anyway, it's only a midlife crisis if you dump your man for a younger one and buy a fast car (or maybe a fast horse). XD
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Teh Bunneh, having no concept of how much 80 lbs was, shrugged and pressed my legs in.
...And nearly broke the machine.
Turned out I was better off with about 125-135 lbs.
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It makes me laugh so hard when I see those silly girls in there doing a bajillion reps with like 10 lbs because they "just want to tone". 9_9 They give me such an amusing look of horror when I get on a machine and stack that sucker into triple digits. It's as if I'm growing a penis before their very eyes!
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What was even better was the expression on teh boi's face at the time. I don't know if he was scared or awed. ;)
Frankly, I always tried to avoid the gym when there'd be a lot of people there. I had no patience for the posturing, the flirting, or the women working out in full makeup. I used to like to just go, do my thing, and get out of there. (Of course, this usually meant going at the buttcrack of dawn. *sigh*)
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