The Gym – Part 1

I’m 33 years old.
I have been inside a gym exactly 3 times, all in the last week. Once with the intent to sign up, twice with the intent to work out.
I think what finally made me decide to try and make a concerted effort to work out is my yearly physical. I have had two, in the last 33 years. During the span of 1 year between the first and the second physical, I gained a total of about 4.5kg. (10 pounds for the non-metric minority) That shocked me pretty significantly. I wasn’t creeping, I was running toward the obesity line at an alarming rate. Tack onto that the fact that my blood pressure was mildly elevated, and it was enough to make really think about where I would be if I continued on this course for even another 5 years.
An obese nerd with high blood pressure, well on track to heart disease, and well on track to leaving Lily without a dad, and Laura a widow.
That’s the part that truly rocked my world view. I might be able to let myself turn into a sweaty, hard breathing mess who can’t walk up a flight of stairs without taking a break, if I was the only one in the equation. But I couldn’t possibly do that to them. No way. I have too much to see and do with these ladies, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to leave them without a fight.
So…
The epic begins. The guy who has not worked out…well, almost ever, is hitting the treadmill, the stair master, and who knows, maybe even the weights…
Trip two is down, only the rest of my life to go….and if this all works out as planned, that will be a very long time. For me and my ladies…
More to come…