It's funny how as I age I start to sound like the stereotypical old guy, you know, "get off my lawn you young punks", or "I remember when", or "kids today", etc... makes me laugh at myself sometimes. In my minds eye, I'm still 25 or 30 or 40 or 45, in reality, not so much. This reality really shows it's wrinkly old many chinned face during the fitness class. Don't get me wrong, I love the class, I need the class, but my body just doesn't seem to want to listen to the reasons why. Before the class starts, I am pumped, raring to go. During the class, there is sweat everywhere, moans and groans fill the air ( among other things ), but I am smiling ear to ear. After the class, well that is when age says to me "what was that you old fart, I think it's nap time?!".
This year I am really pushing myself physically. I am grabbing whatever fitness opportunity presents itself. It is hard some days to flick the go switch, but as Master Brinker says, "the best thing to do if you don't want to train is to train". I am taking that to heart this year, and I am starting to get why he says that. Like right here, right now, writing this blog, my body is saying "babble on Don, the longer the blog is, the longer you can sit and enjoy your coffee". In the words of the immortal Mr T, "shut up fool", that is my other inner voices' way of telling me to get off my butt and do some training. So off to train I go.
P.S. I am not a fan of the time change, I keep looking at the clock thinking, yikes, it is almost 8am, get moving before it's lunch time!!
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