Tuesday, 7 February 2012

I am strong. I am invincible. I am Granny Rose

It's been nearly a year since I joined The Athletic Club in Ottawa.

I can't believe that I've stuck it out.

I never stick with anything; I'm weak, what can I say?

In thinking back, I realize how much I hated going to the gym in the past. Scott and I joined several gyms, but couldn't really connect with the experience.

I felt old, embarrassed, silly and scared.

Often, we would quit a gym over any excuse; mainly we quit because Scott had reinjured many of his joints worn down by high school football and carrying around a camera for 30 years.

I was more than happy to bail. Not my fault, right?

For some of us, maybe we just have to come to exercise at our own time, in our own way. When I started, I could only do five minutes on the rowing machine. Now, I pound that same machine for 30 minutes in addition to doing 30 minutes on the elliptical.

Exercise has changed my life and my attitude. For years, I had trouble walking on sore feet and had tendonitis in my arms. I had absolutely no flexibility or resilience.

Now, I get stiff only if I don't work out for a few days.

When I fell down the stairs on New Year's Eve, spraining my ankle and landing hard on my wrists, it hurt but I'm convinced that my commitment to exercise may have saved me from injuries that might have been much worse. Despite my injuries, I was back to the gym in less than two weeks.

The main thing that I've earned with my renewed commitment to fitness is an ability to granny my newborn granddaughter in an active manner. I remember my mom was about my age when she met her first grandchild and she could hardly walk and felt too weak to be left alone to care for him.

That's not me.

I am strong. I am invincible.


Hear me roar!

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