The one where I go to the gym
Yesterday, I did the unthinkable; I went to the gym. No, obviously I’m not looking to lose weight; Scott has permission to go to extreme measures if I start dropping the pounds! I’m short, I’m small, and I’m a tiny, tiny weakling. I need to gain muscle and perhaps tone my body a bit to feel better physically, which will enable me to be more active in other areas of my life. I feel getting in shape will be good for me and Scott, and it will be something new to do.
I also really, really need to work on my flexibility. I can’t touch my toes; when I try bending down, I can only go about an inch below my knees before I can’t go any further. I don’t want to be inflexible the rest of my life, and I don’t want this to lead to back problems later on.
I’m meeting with a trainer at the gym we belong to tomorrow for a fitness assessment; hopefully he or she will help me out with what I need to do to become more flexible and to get more strength and endurance. I’ll be happy to not be huffing and puffing every time I go up a flight of stairs.
Yeah. This is the last entry I ever expected to post, as I’m the least athletic person in the world!