Why do I go to the gym? Or to rephrase it and drop a word ‘why I go to the gym’. Jean and I went to the gym last Monday morning and after signing in Jonney said “Enjoy” to which I replied “Gym and enjoy are two words that do not rest easily together in my opinion. The gym is a necessary evil” This put a train of thought going in my befuddled brain and caused me to question the meaning of life or more importantly the meaning of the gym. I try to get to the gym 2 or 3 times a week and I usually manage about 20 to 40 minutes per session. I am not your typical ‘Muscle Mary’. I am not training for a marathon or even a mini-marathon. My goal is easily identified it is to stay as good as possible for as long as possible. I have another less publicised goal and when I achieve it later on in the summer I will let you all know.
I am fighting a battle that I cannot possibly win. It is a battle that was lost the day it started but I refuse to sign the surrender documents. There is a stubborn streak running through the Groeger/Crowley genes and it refuses to yield even to overwhelming forces.
The gym is not only about keeping ‘fit’. There is much more to it than work outs and fitness. It gets me out of the house for a while and there is social interaction. I have met many lovely people over the years in the gym and they are all helpful and supportive. It is important to concentrate on what you can do and not dwell on what you can’t do. I recently told a fellow blogger that I never regretted getting a wheelchair and I meant it. It reopened my world, a world that had been shrinking. Using a wheelchair involves different muscle groups and while I continue trudging on the treadmill, pressing on the leg press and twisting on the torso twister I also work my upper body muscles to enable me self propel my wheelchair. When my legs really started fading a few years ago my neuro told me that there are much worse things than losing one’s mobility and he was absolutely correct. A friend of ours says that walking is over rated and like me she insists on walking sometimes and uses a wheelchair on others.
Posture is so very important for all of us. My sister Rose, the marathon runner, passed on a nugget of wisdom one day; you can’t run if you can’t walk and you can’t walk if you can’t stand. I can’t walk well anyway but since I started concentrating on my posture I have noticed a small improvement in my walking. Our parents were correct all those years ago when they told us not to slouch.
So the moral of the story is don’t slouch, exercise to your ability and keep a positive frame of mind and remember that if you are fighting a battle that you cannot win there will be small victories to be won along the way and these small victories make it all worthwhile.