So anyways, I’ve joined a gym.
I wasn’t going to. In fact, I openly declared to anyone who would listen that for the first time in my adult life I was not going to have a gym membership. Why would I need to? I have the best gym in the world just 12 minutes drive away. Besides, I’d be happy if I never had to see the inside of a gym again ever. A tad dramatic, perhaps, but I’m allowed to be dramatic every so often.
Surely, I announced to anyone who would listen, I can get by with walking and yoga. Except, of course, that so far I’ve done exactly nothing about joining a yoga class. I have, however, got the daily walking thing nailed. Nailed, I tell you.
The thing is, I’m 50 now, and as we get older we need to do more strength work. It’s about bone strength and how muscles lose their mass and your metabolism slows because muscles lose their mass and all these other technical reasons that make my eyes glaze over, but that we need to know about when we’re in midlife.
There are heaps of pieces of strength equipment along the coast track, but the likelihood of me using them is exactly ummm zero. Likewise, the probability of me joining a boot camp – or engaging a personal trainer to yell orders at me. Yep, also zero. Those days are done.
Instead I conceded that I’d need to join a gym. For rainy day steps and weight machines. Yep, boring.
Of course, when you join a gym, you have to go through the whole weights and measures thing – and the questionnaire. I’d forgotten that stuff happened. The gym I belonged to in Sydney, I’d joined back in 1993 – when I was 65kgs. Back in those days we still wore g-string leotards and Les Mills programs still used the original artists.
Anyways, I’m sitting in the chair with this young, strong, fit girl asking me about my health and fitness and why I’m joining a gym. ‘Because you want to lose weight?’ she suggested.
Ummm derrr. I’m now weighing somewhere in the 90’s – you don’t need to know just how far into the 90’s I am. Of course I want to lose weight, but that’s not why I joined the gym.
My goals aren’t kilo based – although indirectly, I suppose they are. What I want from my exercise is to be able to get up without making groaning noises, to be able to bend and stretch and move and walk. To be able to get in and out of boats without being scared that I’ll topple and the big fat woman will fall into the ocean. To be grounded and know the relationship between me and the earth. I want to be able to walk all day and walk all day again the next day – and the day after that. Without having a heart attack or stroke.
So when she asked me why I joined the gym, I told her that my goal was to be fit for life. I’m loving it to much to miss out on anything!
What about you? Do you belong to a gym? What made you join?
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