Motivated by a desire to get in shape, I purchased memberships at the Jewish Community Center (Related) for Xy and myself. I’m more motivated than Xy, a bizarre twist considering that when we first got together, she was much more athletic than me. We’ve both changed.
When we lived uptown, right next to the Tulane campus, I had a membership at the Reily Center (Related) , which was ultra-convenient. Now that we live in Mid-City… hmmm, come to think of it, the Reily Center is closer than the JCC. Maybe I should have rejoined over there instead. Oh well, I think the JCC is ultimately more affordable and pretty nice too. I hear Delgado has a facility, which would have been much closer to home, but I don’t think they have a pool. Xy has some kind of fixation with swimming pools. Eventually there should be a fitness center at the new community center planned for Comiskey Park, which is about halfway between home and work. But in the meantime, it looks like I will be going uptown to work out.
So this morning was the first time I’ve hit a weight room almost five years. I tried to take it easy. It felt great.
I’m still trying to figure out the best way to fit a workout session into my schedule, especially considering Xy usually has the car. I took the car today, but I’m wondering if using the old bicycle isn’t feasible after all. The real puzzler is fitting breakfast into this routine.
In the locker room I took a moment to weigh myself. I’m at 196 lbs, which shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. That’s close to my all time high of 200 lbs, what I weighed after my first year in New Orleans, during which I gained 20 lbs. I lost much of that weight but not all. Of course, I don’t really care about my weight so much as my overall body fat percentage or, to be frank, waist circumference. (Most people would probably describe me as skinny, but my pants size has been steadily increasing over the years. It’s a far cry from the days that I was so skeletally thin I worried people.) Also I think getting back into an exercise routine will be good for my mental health, help me sleep better at night, and have more energy during the day.
Postscript : I can’t believe I didn’t realize the shower I had at the JCC this morning is the first shower I’ve had in almost seventeen months . Since we moved back home in November 2005, it’s been strictly baths. Our home shower was destroyed by the Federal Flood. I like baths, but that shower this morning was strangely enjoyable, and now I know why.
April 25th, 2007 at 3:24 pm
Good for you–it’s so hard to overcome inertia and get moving again.
Lee (Related) Says:April 25th, 2007 at 5:26 pm
Seventeen months without a shower? That would drive me nuts. Being a tall person myself, I know the pain a bath can be.
Tony Says:April 25th, 2007 at 8:07 pm
That’s great Bart. Maybe if I stick around in this city I just might join the JCC. I recently cancelled my health club membership w/ WJMC. Been always looking for a spotter. You might be the ticket.
Mom Says:April 25th, 2007 at 9:09 pm
I always enjoy the shower after my workouts. That’s the best part. Hope Christy finds time to get in some lap swims. Glad to hear your investing in your well-being. It’s money well spent.
rickngentily Says:April 25th, 2007 at 11:33 pm
we belong to the n.o.a.c.
wife takes full advantage of the club.
i go for the shower, steam room , sauna , and pool.
i don’t work out
but that high powered shower head on my aging cook’s muscles
on super hot with no time limit worries about entergy is the bomb.
had to much to drink? sweat lodge and dry heat with high powered attorneys and judges. what a trip. (why are they allways reading usa today in there?)
and the pool. i just float around like a big ol’ manatee doing ten min. each way laps
i love it.
the weird part is i still hit the scale every time im there.
thanks to your post i will be going back into that routine.
one more step to post k. being pre k. here in the eight ward.
thanks.
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