Humbled

This morning I got up and looked out the window to see some sky, so I slugged down the coffee and headed out the door for an hour long romp with Winnie the Pooch.

Upon our return, I decided that today was the day that I was going to put my workout clothes in the car and head to the Y WITH Abbey for her 5 PM water polo session. I capitalized "WITH" because this is something I have not done since my lovely turned 12, the golden age of independence at the YMCA. Since January I have been dropping her off and then zooming back to work on Tuesday and Thursdays to do the finishing touches or copy this or that.... Why did I let myself get sucked in? What I had done in the fall was to dutifully go to the Y at 4 while she swam so I could do weights and PT exercises and then go back to work after to do the this and thats that I gotta do... Or at least in my sick little mind feel like I have to do.

So, today after almost 5 months of lifting not one weight or doing one set of 100's, I showed up at the Y and I started back. All I can say is.... humbling.

It just amazes me how hard fitness comes and how easily it vanishes. Yikes! This fall I was still in the zone of not really running much and instead working on my core and spinning the wheels off the bikes at the Y whenever I had the chance. Man was I in shape! I recall walking around feeling like I was holding in my stomach, but the funny part of it was that I couldn't not hold it firm and tight. It just was.

After the winter break, I started to get my weekly (running) mileage hovering around 40 miles all pretty much in the predawn darkness so I could work late into the evening. I didn't have to be at the Y for Abbey, so I worked. I didn't sleep well at night to get up for Drea's Friday class, so I didn't go and then bam!... all the fitness and core strength GONE. Just like that. Humbling.

I have about a month until I am 46. Time to get the core back! Oh, but it is going to HURT so good.