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?

Comments

[everstar3.livejournal.com]

....I'll be damned. Something I had absolutely no idea about. I didn't know you rode horses.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

...You didn't? I'll be damned twice over. Yep -- I took lessons about ten years ago. Had to stop when the stable leased the horse I was learning on. It was a small stable, and didn't have a horse tall enough for me. I meant to call around to other stables, but... actually, I don't remember why I didn't do exactly that.

...Ah, I remember now. It was the only stable that was within a comfortable driving distance. The joys of living in the middle of fuck-nowhere. Of course, over the past ten years, I'd be surprised if there weren't more stables around here now. I remember seeing one in Vero once, now that I think about it. I'll have to call around and price lessons. (And get a helmet.)

[everstar3.livejournal.com]

It's so nice that we can still discover things about each other after all this time. ;P That's cool, though. I tried riding when I was about twelve or so, but my learning depended on the friend of my parents who had the horse, and that was fairly inconsistent. I still like horses though.

Yes, get a helmet. We likes your skull.

By the way, if this is a midlife crisis, it's a) somewhat early, and b) not as bad as it could be. You could be trying to figure out how to buy a Ferrari. ;)