Today, I went to the local YMCA to continue my exercise program. I’d taken 9 days off after a minor back injury, and I was feeling rested and motivated (both of which had been lacking the last several days). Emily wanted to go with me, expressing interest in using the cardio equipment.
I got her started on an eliptical while I did the same as my warm up. I had told her that she could only spend 30 minutes total on the cardio equipment since she hasn’t really be doing any consistent exercise. I wanted her to give that a try, and hopefully avoid injury. Since she wanted to do eliptical, bike and treadmill, she decided on 10 minutes each.
When she moved to the bike, I started on my weight program. After she was done on the bike, I was in the middle of dumbbell bench presses. She was delightfully impressed that I could press 60 pounds in each hand. After I finished my third set, she asked about the poster that was over the mirror opposite me. “Is that what you looked like in high school, daddy?” Its a black and white of Schwarzenegger posing on a beach from his early body building days in the 1960s. I told her it was Arnold Schwarzenegger, to which she replied “Who’s that?” As I took a minute to explain she responded “It looks like a computer graphic!” Um, no. It’s a very real picture. And no, I didn’t look like that in high school.
After she finished on the treadmill, she went home while I continued my workout. I love seeing what other people are doing in the free weight area. There were several guys (and a few women) who are practicing/training for power lifting. There was a 60ish year old man working his butt off on a routine. I hope when I’m that age, I’m as ripped as he is. And there was a guy whom I assume is a football player, lifting weights with a harness attached to his head (exercising his neck). At that point I thought “There are so many cool ways to exercise, I should never get bored.”
Toward the end of my routine, a group of about 15 mentally handicapped folks came in. As their caretaker was trying to heard them onto the bikes, one of them headed over to the flye machine (like this one). She sat down with a grin on her face and started wiggling the handles, counting and giggling. She got to about 15 before the caretaker lead her to the bikes.
So, although I’ve got a ways to go in my own workout goals, I’ve got a lot to be thankful for.