2010

For the first post of 2010 I'd like to relate an experience I had last evening. I was at the gym treadmilling away, kind of angry that one of my headphones decided to abandon me on mile 2, and annoyed that the place was packed. January is always like this at the gym. All those people with their good intentions to shed those holiday pounds. September is like that as well, because the students come back and forget that they are going to stop working out after two weeks when it gets in the way of their studies, flirting, tv watching... you know, life stuff. But enough about September, back to 2010. I have been able to note these ebbs and flows because I became a gym member back in 2006. Up until decently recently I went 6 days a week, sometimes twice in one day. Then recently hit...

And all the sudden I realized, I am one of them! I AM ONE OF THE JANUARY GYM PEOPLE!!! So help me. At my peak, back in my physical peak (April 2008, pre Lasik Surgery) I weighed in at 132 (not ashamed) solid muscle. Oh that is right. Solid. Muscle. Regular readers of CPR might be surprised to note that I was the proud posessor of 17 body fat percentage. Yeah. That is athlete range for females. ATHLETE. Are you with me people? I was the bees knees! I was 'the stuff'. I WAS A CONTENDER, for crying out loud! My personal trainer, Sgt. Kelly (love name) called me 'The Athletic One".

Oh how far we descend. Look at me now, huffing away with the January gym people firmly resolved to come regularly and shed my holiday pounds. Stg. Kelly would be very angry. Lets see what a few good months of Kelly style workouts will do.

I hope this doesn't mean I will have to give up the cookies...