Today is my first themed blogging day - Fitness Friday. My purpose is to share snippets from my physical fitness journey as well as my spiritual fitness journal. Please comment...much more fun for everyone!
My typical Friday involves making final preparations for our worship celebration on Sunday. Last minute bright ideas - phone calls - stage set - charts in order, placed on music stands - tech station organized - tech elements tested. For me, it's not the end of the week but the beginning of the weekend. I like beginnings. They fuel my creativity and increase my overall excitement and energy levels. All in all, though, there's not a whole lot of physical activity involved in these tasks. If creativity and procrastination could be turned into a massive- amount-of-calorie-burning activity, I'd be really grateful - God???
Today I will be working out with friends at 8:15am at Fitness Together. We only have half a dozen of our prepaid sessions with a trainer left. Getting my body physically fit has never been so difficult, although, on our recent assessment, I improved in a lot of areas - my one-minute push-up test went up from 12 to 33. My bench pressing went up from 10@75lbs to 9@95lbs (don't mess with me!). Weight was about the same, measured in at 5 inches smaller overall, flexibility a little better, resting heart rate improved. This whole fitness deal is another beginning for me...beginning to live a different way, choosing to eat differently, making health & fitness a priority.
Earlier this week, I went to a "big box" gym with my sons. We took a tour. Listened to Ernest talk about the benefits of joining this particular gym. It wasn't a hard sell. My sons went ahead and joined. I sort of wandered through this maze of equipment and fitness-seekers, slightly depressed and terribly overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, smells of everyone trying to whip their bodies into shape. It was like I had discovered this whole sub-culture of society that I never dreamed existed. I thought I'd be more ready to join the gym. More eager to get started on a regular routine with 100s of others, treading, climbing, swimming, sweating, wolfing down ostrich jerky and drinking powdered mega-shakes, searching for my missing abs among the various pilates, yoga, and spinning classes.
How did our ancestors stay in shape? Did they have abs?
Evidently they did...
My typical Friday involves making final preparations for our worship celebration on Sunday. Last minute bright ideas - phone calls - stage set - charts in order, placed on music stands - tech station organized - tech elements tested. For me, it's not the end of the week but the beginning of the weekend. I like beginnings. They fuel my creativity and increase my overall excitement and energy levels. All in all, though, there's not a whole lot of physical activity involved in these tasks. If creativity and procrastination could be turned into a massive- amount-of-calorie-burning activity, I'd be really grateful - God???
Today I will be working out with friends at 8:15am at Fitness Together. We only have half a dozen of our prepaid sessions with a trainer left. Getting my body physically fit has never been so difficult, although, on our recent assessment, I improved in a lot of areas - my one-minute push-up test went up from 12 to 33. My bench pressing went up from 10@75lbs to 9@95lbs (don't mess with me!). Weight was about the same, measured in at 5 inches smaller overall, flexibility a little better, resting heart rate improved. This whole fitness deal is another beginning for me...beginning to live a different way, choosing to eat differently, making health & fitness a priority.
Earlier this week, I went to a "big box" gym with my sons. We took a tour. Listened to Ernest talk about the benefits of joining this particular gym. It wasn't a hard sell. My sons went ahead and joined. I sort of wandered through this maze of equipment and fitness-seekers, slightly depressed and terribly overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, smells of everyone trying to whip their bodies into shape. It was like I had discovered this whole sub-culture of society that I never dreamed existed. I thought I'd be more ready to join the gym. More eager to get started on a regular routine with 100s of others, treading, climbing, swimming, sweating, wolfing down ostrich jerky and drinking powdered mega-shakes, searching for my missing abs among the various pilates, yoga, and spinning classes.
How did our ancestors stay in shape? Did they have abs?
Evidently they did...
