I’m going to hit the gym Wednesday.
I mean it. I’m going to do it.
And more than just hit it, I am actually going to spend more than 15 minutes using the exercise equipment there for it’s intended purposes: exercising my poor, flabby body.
I am probably 90 pounds over weight, and I have been for a while. And I’ve noticed that I’m not getting younger each day, nor is my diet of Fritos and Coke helping me achieve my fitness target.
The diet part I can resolve at home. The exercise part, well, it’s a bit more difficult, with all of the activities and rigors of daily life: swimming, meals, cleaning, keeping kids from maiming each other and/or destroying the house and furniture, things like that. But I can take a few minutes out of each day at work to exercise.
I have no excuse at all. None. It’s so easy. There’s a gym right here on site, and it’s free.
So why am I not working out every day? It’s very simple. I don’t like to. It requires effort. It’s difficult. There might be pain and shortness of breath. I’m not fond of either of those conditions.
As I mentioned earlier, I’m not getting younger. And it has occurred to me that being unhealthy may shorten my life span. So the question becomes, do I want to live like a sloth now and clock out sooner, or do I want to enjoy the life I have and maybe see a healthy portion of golden years with my sweetheart? Years she and I could spend traveling and visiting grandkids (not that I’m eager for that to start any time soon, mind you)?
And what’s more, Michael is growing up. He’s getting bigger every day. In just a few short years, he’ll be as tall as I am – maybe taller. And he might decide to get into fitness, and get large and strong.
I don’t want my kid to bench press more than I can until he’s at least 35.
So I must act now before it’s too late.
I’m sure all five of my readers would concur.