The Crowley Chronicles

I’m feelin’ good.  And no, it’s not (only) because I have a son.

I’ve recently been able to start working towards my goal of being my fittest, ever, at thirty.  For some reason (cough! Leon!) I’d quit exercising, and now I’m getting back into it.  It feels good, not just to be exercising, but to be setting goals and reaching them.

Really, it’s something I hadn’t really been doing for a while. . . instead living from day to day.  It’s nice, when I go to bed, to think that I’ve brought myself one step closer to something (that isn’t a casket.)

That said, I have to say this: Christine is great.  When I started getting the sniffles and she told me to cut out the exercise because I’d do more harm than good. . . yeah, she was right.  I was just afraid that, if I stopped even for a little while, I wouldn’t start again.  I have.

The secret to starting back up?  It’s simple: just remember how good it felt to be sore, and know you were making yourself stronger.

In case you’re wondering–or want to join me–I’m making my way through the hundred pushups program, and the two hundred situps program.  (I alternate, one on one day, the other on the next.)  If you want to join me and are worried about starting too late. . . well, it took me nine days to do the first week.  You should be able to catch up!