Taking my medicine.

I’ve noticed that I have not been bouncing back from strenuous activities as easily as I once did. Call it what you will, all I know is that things that were easy are now less easy, and it takes me longer to recover from it. So I did what any self-respecting yuppie would do…I hired a personal trainer.

I met Karla through Team Survivor, a cancer survivor dragonboat team that is based out of the shop. She’s their trainer and nutritional consultant, and I liked her approach to fitness. After a meeting at the shop a few weeks ago, I stopped her and asked about a program that wouldn’t take all day and would help me bounce back a little easier. No problem, she said.

So here I am a few weeks later, playing with medicine balls.

It’s fun. Lifting weights always bored me stiff. Throwing around a big rubber ball takes you back to childhood, except the ball weighs 8.8 pounds. It’s surprising how much resistance you can get with a big rubber ball filled with depleted uranium or whatever it is.

So after a few days, I can tell I am using muscles that have been underutilized. I’m excited to have a program to follow, and writing a check is an awfully good motivator to keep at it.

I’ll keep you posted.

Respectfully submitted,

Canoelover