of not exercising, doing much of anything physical, I have really run out of excuses.
BC = Before Covid in the 2011eg2018 time frame I spent probably more than a fair amount of time on various cruise ships. It was relatively easy to get up in the morning and be in the fitness center when it opened. Most of the rest of the passengers seemed to be completely on vacation (re: eating, drinking, and lying around in various deck chairs) so that it wasn’t hard to get 30-60 minutes of treadmill time.
All of that stopped in fall 2018 when I, perhaps foolishly – perhaps not, decided to take advantage of Uncle Sam’s willingness to pay for further education. Hence the Master’s Program because – why not? Tuition and books were paid, SF netted a more than reasonable subsistence allowance and I turned to attempting to exercise my brain rather than my legs.
[Queue George becoming ill partway through that year followed by more hospital trips followed by COVID]
The end result is that I found, while I actually prefer attending educational material via zoom, that mode doesn’t work for me when it comes to exercise classes. When the center where I had been sporadically taking classes reopened last month, as I said, I really ran out of excuses.
I admit, while waiting for class to start this morning, that I am not thrilled at how much stamina, flexibility, and strength I have lost. As I look across the studio at the mirrored wall, my reflection falls on one of the seams. It is just a bit cracked…..
