Tom came home from spinning last night telling the tale of how the spin instructor informed the students that they would all be sporting tight buns within a short time if they stuck with her class. Since the New Year, he has to get to the gym early to grab a spinn cycle in the now packed classes. Like me, Tom has better luck getting to the gym during the workweek. For both of us, the routine is returning to familiar as each day passes.
Not being able to break away from my desk is also becoming more familiar. I wasn’t able to pull away from my workload today. I considered going to the fitness center at lunch but just couldn’t. Instead, I picked up a chicken sandwich with fries and headed back to my desk to continue working. My choice in food wasn’t the best decision that I made today.
With the intentions of finishing up my contribution to the project, I was blasted with issues on another project. It turns out that it would have been a good day to sit and spinn my wheels at lunch after all.
I was set on cycling before allowing my head to hit the pillow. I helped YaYa with his homework, shortly after getting home from work. With the pork chops slowly cooking in the oven, and YaYa playing an online computer game with his cousin on the other coast, I escaped to the garage. I hoped on my petite Bianchi (hooked up to the bicycle trainer) and began my workout.
My legs immediately reminded me that I had done speed work yesterday. I kept glancing at the elapsed time to see my progress. Time had appeared to slow to a stop, and I was determined to complete 45 minutes of vigorous cycling.
Gyms all over the US are now packed with all of the folks determined to lose weight, reduce stress, or simply get healthier in the New Year. It happens yearly. Suddenly, the treadmills and cycles are full. The waiting lists for these cardio machines are all filled up too.
Unlike Tom, I don’t have to fight for a spot at the gym; I have to fight with myself to allow for the time to workout. In my garage, my cycle waits for only me. The family dinner is the only item on the waiting list, and I can work around that. I have no more excuses – not even my tired legs.
I click through the songs on my iPod (myPod) until I find a song that will distract me and allow me to keep going. My pork chops get checked about 20 minutes into the workout. I leave them in the hot oven and turn off the heat as I return to the garage. YaYa eats a cut up apple with peanut butter and BoBo plays his video game.
In the meantime, I sing along to the music playing on myPod as I ride. Since I am singing out loud, it is a good thing that I am alone in my garage (instead of the gym). Take my advice, if you happen to hear some horrible singing coming from a garage, keep walking and pick up the pace. You can be glad that I don’t plan to sit and spinn (and possibly sing) more than one day each week.