When it comes to physical fitness and exercise, I’ve always gone by the motto “no pain, no pain.” The decal on the back window of my car shows my preferred marathon distance: “0.0.”
Yep, I’m that guy.
But saying all that, I have made meager attempts to hit the gym in recent years. My record is spotty. I’ll hit the gym twice a week for a few weeks, then not go back for months.
In recent years, I’ve had some ongoing health issues that have been addressed by medical professionals with a stern admonishment to do some walking.
“You need to move more,” the doctor said.
Well, yeah.
I’ve got a boat load of excuses for my sedentary lifestyle in my hip pocket, but I think I’ve run out of alibis.
When I was a kid, I heard people laughing about “dunlap” disease, where their stomach had “done lapped over their belt.” Ha ha.
Well, my “front porch” has grown to the size of the White House portico. I need to be fitted for a manzier. Or is it a “bro?” I’m looking down the barrel of a Type 2 diabetes gun.
So, this week I showed up at my local fitness center for the first time since December. Twice.
And this time, I will stay after it.
I know what you are thinking. “Yeah, right.”
But it’s a promise I made to myself, and I intend to be a promise keeper.
I won’t be a stranger.
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