i must be suffering from a psychological illness..

…because this past week, I’ve started running at the gym and I’m actually enjoying it.

 

Inspired by my older daughter (who is very into fitness), my wife Joni and I have started working out regularly.  Joni does aerobics or strength-training three times a week, with water zumba when she can.  I’ve started going twice a week to the gym at work, where currently, I do the following each time:

 

  • 75 jumping jacks
  • 25 push-ups (all the way down, ’til my nose touches the floor)
  • 25 sit-ups
  • 25 reps bench-pressing 20 lb dumbbells in each hand
  • 25 obliques (each side)
  • Jog 2 kilometers on a treadmill at 5 mph for the first 1600 meters; 6 mph for the next 200 meters; and 7 mph for the last 200 meters

 

Joni and I are prepping for the Great Turkey Chase 2-mile run on Thanksgiving morning.  What’s really mental about all this–and really astonishing, to me–is how much I’ve been enjoying this, especially the running.  I’ve never been a runner– I always thought there was a good reason why humans invented wheeled contraptions to carry them around, and I’ve been wary of running’s unpleasant injuries.  I’ve never been terribly athletic (I’m pretty good at tennis, but that’s about it), but I am enjoying this fitness kick, so far.

 

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