By the time I've managed this rather obsessive dental hygiene routine (so that I never have to have gum surgery again), a bit of time has passed and it's later than I planned. I am impressed by the fact the combined flossing and rubber tipped "gum stimulator" means my gums are probably the healthiest they've ever been.
I got to the gym much, much later than I'd like, but I really wanted to avoid the Senior Class, and have a chance for the a/c to kick in when I finally got to the Aerobics Room. It's been 3 days and I can feel it in the difficulty I have doing program 2 on the Precor. I need to exercise more than 2 days a week. It's just not enough to counter the rising numbers in spite of medication. More is better, right? More is what I used to do. But more is a lot harder these days. Maybe it's a matter of incentive. And priorities. Health should be a priority. But vanity is stronger, and lately vanity takes a back seat to other concerns.
It's always a cardio day first, and subsequent days allow for pushing some weights. But it's frustrating not to be able to push heavy and to have to limit my movements because I'm afraid of triggering a bad sciatic attack. And I'm afraid of losing my vision quicker than I already am. So, it's high reps with moderate/light weights. And no more dead lifts or seated cable rows unless it's a ridiculously light weight, and then, what would be the point?
Today it's cardio. I make it closer to 2.8 but not quite. It's early in the week. Pull-ups start off okay and of course, get progressively harder until it's really ugly by the third and last set. I feel like a novice by then because the pull-ups are so hard. I'm happy to enter the Aerobics Room, although it isn't nearly cold enough. Damn bloodless seniors. I'm kidding. But I really wish the gym would turn the thermostat back down after class is over. I see a sign on the mirrored wall reminding people not to lean on it. Seriously?
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