Ancient_Angler wrote on Apr 28^th, 2010 at 3:20am:

Yeah.  I guess being married to a certified yoga instructor does have its advantages.  I also notice that we eat a lot healthier now than we used to.

dd

DentonDoc wrote on Apr 28^th, 2010 at 3:37am:


So let me get this straight DD, you not only have an a/c equiped out building to hold all your gear and your married to a certified yoga instructor. WOW! Lucky!!!!

I never have in the past, but my recent entry to middle-aged has me thinking I should.  Just did a lazy one-nighter and was stiff & sore for a day.  Didn't do anything vigorous except land a 3# splake.

This winter I should begin a yoga, cardio & strength regime.   

 Getting into shape and eating healthy is it's own reward.
Before I began exercising and eating right, I wasn't overweight, felt "good" and didn't see the need. I played racquetball 2x a week and wally/volleyball too.

Funny story I had met a gal, she gave me a free pass to the aerobic studio she managed. I wanted to see her, so after my mid-night shift, I showed up for the 9 am class.

It was dubbed the morning Mom's class. Young mom's trying to lose post baby weight, retired or stay at home middle age women. I was 35, the only guy in class.

How hard could it be The first 5 minutes was the warm-up. I was sweating profusely by the end. THEN the instructor said it was time to work, cranked up a Prince tune ( about a 180 beats a minute) and for the next 45 minutes I literally walked in place while the "old" ladies kicked (_*_)
 
I would of left, but the only door out was past the reception desk and the gal I was trying to date. I made it thru, but didn't really do the class.
I found out later that the gal I met and the instructor had a good laugh at my expense and said that they would never see me again!

I went home, showered and did my days chores. When I got up at 10 pm for work, I could hardly walk  I hurt so bad, I didn't think I could make it into work. On breaks I was grabbing the handrail going upstairs to our break room.

Waited a day and showed up for class again, much too everyone's surprise. That started my interest in working out and a healthy lifestyle.
I was so pissed that I couldn't keep up with the "girls" that I vowed to change that. First 3x a week, then 5x, then 7x. Took 6 months to get out of the back row. By then the instructors knew I was serious and started giving me fitness/eating tips. After a year I was in the front row and never looked back.
 I was asked too teach, but I have some hearing loss from my construction days, and have a hard time with keeping on beat, IF I'm leading.

If you've never been in shape, its similar too a long time smoker. Until you quit and see how good you can really feel, you have nothing too compare it with.

My instructor friends always say that " Nothing tastes as good, as being fit feels"

If you can't relate too that, then remember this " When THEY come, they'll EAT the FAT one's first"

PS, Things didn't work out with the gal I met. Seems I was too young for her I thought she was my age, turns out she was in her early 50's
Just my luck, it was the Pre-Cougar days

First, a disclaimer. I claimed the title. If you want to see more, go to (You need to Login or Register to view media files and links).

Second, how I got into the gym rat cycle. Lot's like Solotripper, but a little different, too. My long-time running buddy died of lukemia. We had been talking about what and when we would transition out of running. Both were experiencing, in our 60s, some knee trouble. When Bob died, a former graduate student who was a certified personal trainer, told me if I joined the gym where she worked out, she would get me started. In about 6 months, I started hitting the 9:30 am weight-lifting class. Like Solotripper, the only guy there.

Third, for me, fitness is not about living longer but living better.

Fourth, now I get off the soapbox.

Tim