One day I awakened the slumbering beast inside me.
It yawned deliciously. It stretched its wings. It reached out of the flaccid years-long stasis and moved towards the fit beast it somehow knew it could be.
Nearly four years later the beast roars each time it walks into the gym, picks up a weighted bar, sets its shoulders and lifts. Or swings. Or pushes. Or squats.
I am a cross fitter. It’s my drug of choice.
My mother would be somewhat horrified. I’m not the lady she thought she raised. I think, however, she would support the fitter, happier me.
warming up with Rusty the gym dog
written for Tara’s 100 Word Challenge. This week’s word is HABIT.
I started out at 350# – could barely ride the stationary bike 10 minutes at a time. I’ve taken off 75# and find myself much fitter and happier. You can find me at CrossFit Certitude M-W-F at 5:30 a.m. Join me. It really is habit-forming.
Yay you!! I started working out on a regular basis at a gym called 9Round. It’s kickboxing. I feel so much better, despite the aches and pains that come with working out!
Important is the ‘ happier you’ rest all is immaterial
I love this! Grabbed me from the first line.
Ally 🙂
Once I get cleared for normal activity I intend to start walking again. I enjoy taking my dog out and looking at the trees and flowers and animals. Yours is a good habit to have!
Wonderful true story, cleverly told! Good luck with your fitness goals!