All it takes is one moment of truth to wake one up. Take for instance, my first Personal Training session at the gym yesterday. After a year of inactivity (besides the weekly futsal sessions), the one-hour personal training session revealed the ugly. It was like a smack in the head. Hard. I just realised how fantastically unfit I am. At 32. 10 kilos off my ideal weight. A flabby midsection and Donald Duck-worthy rear end. And fat, oh the fat! All 25% of it.
Imagine this. I was once a top tennis player in my state, finalist in the Borneo Cup one year, then winning the next. And also one-half of one of the top doubles pairs in the country. Also captain of the school’s football and volleyball team. I could do three rubber set matches in a day and could still live the next. Had 2 training sessions per day!
It all gone downhill from there hasn’t it?
Sigh. The PT session was a torture by the time I started on ‘the core’ – the midsection. Perhaps I was already tired at the end of the day, but shouldn’t use that as an excuse. My upper body is embarrassingly weak, something I’ve realised for a while (even when active at the gym a year back). Needless to say, it was torturous.
It was a wonder that I could soap myself afterwards. Like Addie, my soulmate, I feel it’s THE right choice to join the gym (and in my case, rejoin). With another buddy Faezz to cheer us on, I think we’re all on the right track.
Self-realisation, in more ways than one, is a powerful tool. Once you self-realise and take the accountability and responsibility of someone or something else, you can begin to move forward, by choice (your own) and do great, big things.
Off to the gym again, mateys! (ouch!)