A little voice in my head said: “Get Fit”
Awww, come on! My weight is fine, apart from a few extra kilos from Xmas celebrations, they always disappear in a few weeks. Maybe bits are not quite as firm as they used to be, it’s an age thing!
Why would I need to be fit anyway? All I would be doing is sitting on a bike, so I dismissed the thought.
The following week, I was compelled to train, that afternoon I pulled into the garage area to my unit, I saw a group of women (all around half my age) being trained by one of the residents!
How funny, I had been driving into the garage each night and hadn’t I noticed this before.
Having trained previously, I knew what to expect, although it has been a year since I last exercised.
I introduced myself to Tim and told him what I wanted , he suggested three times a week. The first session was an all round fitness test.
Day one: I woke up the next morning a little tired and taut. During the day my muscles began to progressively contract, a bit chuffed with myself that I had pushed myself, the effort was not in vain.
Day two: As I opened my eyes on day two, every muscle in my body screamed “Don’t move!”
I lifted my head off the pillow in an attempt to sit up, my muscles yelled, “I told you DO-NOT-MOVE!”
I couldn’t , not from a lack of trying, yet I had to go to work.
After 15 minutes of testing each muscle for functionality, the best I could do was to roll my body very ungainly to the side of my bed and swing my legs to the floor. Using my hands to support my thighs, I pushed on them, enabling me to stand semi upright.
My body was contorted into an ‘S’ shape, I groaned with each shuffle towards the bathroom. I felt 110 years old!
I cursed the Softail. Hmmm!
How the heck am I going to front up and train again tonight?
Well I did, begrudgingly , and again two nights later.
After my third session, I noticed my muscles were waking up and springing into action, once again. Thank goodness for muscle memory with all the training I had endured over the decades, results were coming swiftly.
I wondered why I would need to be fit? A friend laughed and told me the Softail Deluxe is around 350kg, “Would you be able to pick it up if it fell over? “
Ohhhhhh….. even if I was fit I still couldn’t, would have to ask several people to help me!
Oh well there must be a reason!
I decided to go with the flow.
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