This weekend after a very very long time I went to the gym on Saturday. Usually I tend to avoid any engagements on weekends as those are days I take for me. Even if for lazily just laying in bed watching anime.
Well then, this last month I haven’t really been training. In fact I have been skipping it as much as I could. Whatever the reason the fact was I didn’t feel much about going to the gym. So I didn’t.
The times I’ve been most into it were related to a purpose – a trek, climb a certain mountain, train for the season or something like that. Training to see a six pack in my abs zone has never been enough motivation for me to stop doing something else, prepare and spend +2hr between transportation, routine and clean up every day, or every two days.
Shouldn’t I be more concerned about a beautiful body, chiseled abs, more definition?… you get the idea. Well, training is just half of the equation. Food is the other half. To have a body like that a certain regime with controlled intake -not only for calories- is necessary. And just for that I ended up being vegetarian for a certain while, macrobiotic for another while up to the point of baking my own bread and testing food effects in the next day routine/training. Understandably, it was very rare to find something suitable in a restaurant and of course, all that was time consuming.
I smile now thinking of those times. I learned something doing it and I got results. But all seems such a huge effort now.
Last Sat, I did 2 sets of 30 mins. aerobic training after almost a month off. No pain, no problems, just a little dizziness at the end of the 2nd set. HB around 118-120. Not bad for a month off spend indulging myself, I think and not doing more than 1 15mins. set as warm up.
Absynthe thinking of ways to self-motivate.
Or perhaps, starting to wonder if things that used to matter no longer do.
Funny, after writing this post got to digg and found this.