With my sixties in full view out my windshield, like a long, straight stretch on Route 66, and my fifties fading quickly in my rear view mirror, I’m starting to notice that there are a lot of ‘good things’ on my horizon. My children are providing grandsons and granddaughters to spoil, my wife and I are developing a rhythm that doesn’t revolve around kids’ activities, and time spent with loved ones is becoming more precious which invariably leads to missed gym days, even up to a week or more. The longer the gap, the harder it’s becoming to get back into it.
Are my fitness goals and ambitions dashed? Am I doomed to eventually giving up and abandoning all the gains I’ve experienced? I mean, some of the gains are becoming more and more obvious and I’m finding it hard to let that go? Today, looked in the mirror and said, “Snap out of it, right now!” Get back after it and may hay while the sun is shining. It’s what you have to do, sometimes.
This morning, I found myself back in my happy place…the pool. 60 laps, 16 mins on the bike, 8 mins on the elliptical and 4 mins on the rower. I managed to throw in a set of 40 pushups, too. I’ve come too far to throw in the towel.