The scale has not been a friend the last few years. It keeps going up, up, up. Yes, I like to eat. Well, that’s not true. I LOVE to eat. I eat healthy. Just a little too much. Working long hours has not helped. I used to be at the gym every day at 5 am for an hour to an hour-and-a-half. EVERY DAY. But for the last 2-1/2 years I get to the office between 6:30 and 7 am, and don’t get home until 7 pm. Long days, with no motivation left over to work out, except for the occasional dog walk to ‘clear the head’. I also manage to ride my road bike during most weekends, and the mountain bike on Wednesdays after work (although that is definitely not a regular thing). I also play a little golf (yes, I walk).
No, I’m not complaining. There are a lot of people who don’t work (through no fault of their own), so I am grateful for what I have. I do miss the work-outs though. And the skinnier clothes that I used to fit in.
Lately I’ve been thinking about ‘going back to basics’ and acting like a young-un again. I went to the store and bought a basketball. It reminded me of my high school and college days, when I would play with my friends until dark. And I would sweat. And I would feel exhausted. I remember I used to sleep better. Sure, I had other pressures, but I was fitter than I am now. So I took my brand new basketball to the neighborhood park this morning, and shot around for a little over 30 minutes. The last time I did that was before my younger daughter was born. Almost 20 years ago.
No, I didn’t make many. The few pure ones, though, felt good. No, they felt awesome! And I was drenched! Sure, I’m a little sore (knees, back, arms), but I was in ecstasy! I can’t wait to do it again with the ‘kids’ at work. I know I need to take it nice and slow, and I will. But ‘playing’ is so much more fun than ‘working out’ or ‘training’. Playing seems like, well, playing…like what kids [ought to] do!