omg kill me now

[wordinista]

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 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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[smtfhw.livejournal.com]

Dear god, is this the start of a mid-life crisis?

No, but it may be the start of the dreaded early-30s crisis I've seen so many women go through. Trust me, it gets better!

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

*sighs* I have a feeling I started that crisis when I got my tattoo. And I continued it when I got the chunky blond streak put in my hair (which is a short, trendy, assymetric style).

I was such a boring kid in high school, and so unadventurous in college, that now I'm getting the itch to do all the things I never had the guts to do when I was younger. Of course, the horseback riding is something I've been wanting to take up again for a long time now.

So what else have you seen these unfortunate women do, blinded by the big three-oh?

[smtfhw.livejournal.com]

All sorts of things including collecting deeply unsuitable men, because they have to have one and it doesn't matter if he's unsuitable so long as he's there... and in the case of one of my friends, after a long term relationship with a man broke up, deciding she was a lesbian after all, having a 12 month relationship with a very fine woman, and then deciding that actually, she wasn't a lesbian any more. She's with a new man now...

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

Ah, well then. I've got no use for unsuitable men; I've got a rather suitable one at the moment, and I think he'd be rather vexed with me if I decided he was no longer suitable. ;)