Friday, December 13, 2013
I like being challenged at the gym-lifting heavier weights thrills me, sprinting at higher speeds-without damaging major body parts is cathartic! Yes I like to live on the edge so to speak especially being 44 now-but age is just a number! Yet...
The rowing machine. I admit to shuddering at it all these years as I walked by them. Who in their right mind found that medieval device fulfilling to exercise on? Nevermind that the people that were on it were extremely fit and enjoyed it from what I could see while I was over in the weight section or treadmilling my heart out. No, no, those insanely fit people didn't have my weak wrists so they could do it so effortlessly. I had an excuse to keep away!
But thinking back to the earlier part of my fitness journey I remembered how I'd never thought I could learn to lift heavy weights with my carpal tunnel braced wrists-but I did. It took determination and building up to it but I did do it-so how was this different? Could I let my own cowardice keep me from trying something new? The answer is finally NO.
So the past couple weeks I have been doing short sessions on the rowing machine--no longer than 5 minutes with plenty of breaks and praying and water and gasping for air --but I am doing it. The final frontier is still a bit away for me-but I am adding this to my goals. Fear (and carpal tunnel)will NOT keep this dream from coming to fruition!