Feelin’ Feeble

I’ve got to get back in the habit of working out on a regular basis. I tend to cycle between being in and out of shape over the course of a couple of years, and I’m afraid I’m on the low swing of a cycle right now. I need to fix that before the wedding, and keep it fixed once the wedding is over.

I’ve got enough space clear that we can use bowflex in my basement, so last night I tried to get back into the exercise routine that I’d had going a year or two ago. I bumped the weight down about 10 pounds from my old comfort level, anticipating that it might be a bit of a strain.

I’m beginning to think that I should have knocked it down by 15 or 20. My arms are like rubber, and I feel like I’ve been kicked in the chest. I was sweating buckets by the time I got through the routine, and I’d probably have had some dehydration problems if it weren’t for the half-gatorade, half-water drink I’d had before I started.

I’ve got a day to recover before I do it all again. Joy. It helps for me to keep repeating to myself “When I’m wearing a tuxedo, I mustn’t look like a penguin!”