Ok it's freezing outside this morning and the idea of heading into the garage to try to use the rower is not something I'm want to do AT ALL!
But this fitness journey is definitely not going to happen without some effort. After all the physical therapist told me to "take up a sport." I almost laughed in her face! A sport? I haven't done anything remotely resembling an athletic event since I ran a Ten Miler as a beginner in my early 20's. Before that it was high school basketball. But that was a looooonnnnggggg time ago!
Just because I'm marching steadily towards 40 doesn't mean I need to give up, right? So here I am, totally not used to any sort of fitness regimen, out of shape, overweight (some might even say obese) and just starting to get my compulsive eating program back in order. But this time just managing the food is not enough. I have to work for that second element in physical recovery--exercise!
So here I am. Cold and wearing 3 layers about to take myself out to a freezing cold garage and try to row on a machine that has been collecting dust for years.
Wish me luck!
And so it begins.