I was a bit tentative to write about how I had underwent a lifestyle shift, especially for something like exercise since I know how easily I can lose interest. However, it has been 3 weeks of exercising every weekday, and I have no desire so stop. Since I’ve been diligent for 3 weeks now, and I look forward to it right after work, I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon. Rather than making a bold claim and quitting, I figured it best to wait till I proved I could maintain it.
This desire to exercise came about because I was feeling a bit sedentary just coming back from work and doing nothing with my life. Of course, I had been feeling that way for a while without much of a call to action. However, I was able to let those feeling build, and was able to coincide them with a trip I was to be taking to the Philippines. I figured that if I was going to be lounging in some paradisaical cabana, on the edge of heaven that I should at least look the part. I’ve never really gone out of my way for something like a ‘beach bod’ but the Philippines were really just the tipping point for something I had been wanting to do for a while.
Well, knowing my natural inclination to reject adopting an energy consuming task, I had to go to outsmart myself a bit. The backbone of my exercise was to be swimming laps at a pool quite near my house, supplemented by some running on the off days. I tapped into my hate for wasting money/love of a good deal/Dutch heritage, and bought the one month membership pass. While a little pricey at 50 dollars a month, I wasn’t going to find cheaper anywhere else. The cost was also enough to convince me of getting my money’s worth. At about 6 dollars per visit otherwise, it would only require 9 visits before I was doing well. The other thing I did was to incorporate it into my daily routine. Everyday after work, I drive to the pool. If I let myself enjoy the sweet sweet taste of sloth 2 days a week, this would certainly all crumble.
The pool itself is build on top of a mountain near me, and is loaded with old and handicapped people. I’m probably one of the first foreigner patrons of the place, and I get a bit of attention. I chat on a regular basis with a number of the people there. None of them do me any favors in how they talk to me, so I can’t catch a lot of what they say. However, one of the arts I’ve been perfecting is pretending that I understand the words coming out of their mouths. Anyway, at the pool, there are three lanes surrounded by a sort of lazy river where old people walk in circles. At 20 meters, the lanes are a bit short, and the intervals are pretty inconvenient for swimming shorter distances, but its better then driving 25 minutes to the next closest pool. (Gas for me is currenly $6.60 a gallon. Enjoy your bargain basement prices, America…)
Stock picture of the pool
My routine started as just getting as much distance as possible, to get my body back into swimming mode. I could tell I was out of shape, but I wasn’t on the verge of death, and still miles beyond my peers. For my off days, I was running, but my shoes really hurt my feet, and I wasn’t going to spend another 50+ dollars to do something I hate. So, running is done, I am a swimmer. I’m only swimming 2500 meters or more a day, a far cry from my high school heyday, but it still feels great, I forgot what it felt like to be in shape. I can now swim pretty hard, and when my arms get tired just keep on swimming since fatigue no longer prevents my being able to swim.
Now with a solid base fitness level, I’m am transitioning to a High Intensity Interval Routine since I can do it in less time and get better results. We’ll see how it goes. I can at least say, and my constant flex sessions in front of the mirror support this statement, that I am a bit more toned. Well, this feels weird to talk about, so don’t expect any future updates on my exercise. However, just shoot me an e-mail if you want some hot shirtless pictures.