Akin to a learner driver in control of a manual transmission automobile, with a wee sense of achievement, this morning I’ve tentatively reached a metaphorical clutch and accelerator biting point. An event which consequently set in motion the dawning of yours truly’s 2020 New Years resolutions.
This morning my attendance at a Health Circuit class at an east Leeds leisure centre providing the aforementioned engagement of clutch plate with fly wheel; kickstarting an exercise regime I’d for too long procrastinated over commencing.
This class, attended by likeminded middle-aged participants of both genders, consisting of 8 x 4 minute circuits. Challenges including sessions on a rowing machine, cycle, weights, balancing apparatus. Short time slots resulting in a GJ Strachan experiencing a raised heart rate, along with much sought increases in serotonin and adrenalin levels.
It’s early days yet with this regime aimed at increasing my overall wellbeing; aimed at purging physical damage introduced by my festive season excesses. It’s gotta be said, though, I felt so much better for this inaugural workout from both a somatogenic and a psychogenically perspective.
I never thought I’d utter these words, but physical activity I’ve missed you. Yours truly concluding now exercise’s a wrongly maligned mistress whose well-intentioned mantra of ‘no pain, no gain’ results in her marginalisation from the more lethargic amongst the masses.
This bad press a consequence of the physical angst and unyielding insistence which exercise bears for hard graft from it’s participants who seek to attain those gains. As former US President Theodore Roosevelt once proffered:-
“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty… I have never in my life envied a human being who led an easy life. I have envied a great many people who led difficult lives and led them well.”
The former American Chief of Staff’s mantra springs to mind when pondering aspirations of one day monetising some/all of the thousands of man hours of writing I’ve thus far undertaken without fiscal recompense. I have to believe the mental investment I’ve applied into this penmanship project will one day bear fruit.
Brian Tracy once posited “If you can dream it, you can do it. Your limits are all within yourself.” Without googling it, I’ve no idea who Brian Tracy is/was. For all I know he maybe a member of the animatronic family who reside on Tracy Island and form the backbone of Gerry Anderson’s Thunderbirds team!
Ordinarily I don’t pay puppet advocacies much mind, however, even if Brian is one of the International Rescue brood I offer him kudos for the erudition of his motivational quote.
Anyhow, as is my want, I’ve wandered off on a tangent again. Back to my chronicles of this morning’s Fitness Circuits class……..
At the conclusion of the class, perspiration soaked, I exited the leisure centre with a spring in my step. Heartened I’d finally unearthed the discipline and motivation to exercise following an overly elongated hiatus from recreational facilities.
As I jumped into my car to drive the 10-15 mile journey back home, an old friends adage of “Exercise is good!!….. Unless you undertake it in the fast lane of the highway!” manifested within my neurological corridors. Admittedly, an eccentric observation by my friend, however, like the Thunderbird puppet’s advocacy above, you can’t argue about it’s basis in fact.