Rick’s Rants and Raves

We recently joined a local YMCA for family fun and fitness. Both the kids are enrolled in a street hockey program and are loving it. I’ve started on their Fitstart program, and am finding that working out at 6AM is actually quite stimulating and maintainable (well, for 10 days so far…).

The worst part about it? I’ve driven to the Y every time except once. Yes, it’s winter. Yes, time has been tight (for workouts and practices), but still… Google maps reports it as 0.2 miles, “about 51 secs” of drive time. The one time I walked (last Saturday) it took no more than 5 minutes. I feel incredibly guilty that I’m driving such a pathetically short distance to exercise. The weather has been crappy, so that is my primary excuse. “No sense in twisting an ankle on the ice while trying to get buff” I tell myself. But some people walk three miles to work. In. The. Snow.

Damn do-gooders. I guess I’ll have to start walking to the YMCA. But it will be such a challenge.

The final insult on my guilt came this week when I drove Emily and Nathan to hockey practice. It was snowing a bit, and was in the teens. Emily exclaimed “Boy, I sure am glad we don’t have to walk here.” You’ve got to be kidding me, I told her with exasperation. She persisted, it was really cold and she wasn’t wearing any gloves! Oh, the horror. I pointed out that if we had been planning on walking, she would have been wearing the appropriate attire. Were driving not an option, we probably wouldn’t push our departure time to “about 51 secs” prior to the start of practice.