I have been aware of this fact for several years, which once again illustrates my adherence to the "no sense doing today what can be put off until tomorrow" life principle. And I have to say that listening to my friend's gym horror stories has not made me want to rush out and join a class any time soon (that would be you Ellen!). Besides, I am not a joiner.
Last week I came to grips with reality. I have not been able to successfully implement a weight/strength training program I can do at home. I have a perfect 100% fail record. Think kettle bells. So, acting against every instinct I possess, I have joined the YMCA. Well, that might be somewhat misleading. I should say I have enrolled for a one week free trial membership.
I have also just finished reading two books that talk about the importance of strength training, especially as one gets older. It boils down to this. If I want to still be walking, as opposed to using a walker, when I am in my seventies and eighties now is the time to do something about it. One of those books I can highly recommend - The Cure For Everything by Timothy Caulfield. Rather than me reinventing the wheel, I will link to this review over at Weighty Matters.
The other book is the one I mentioned in a post last week - Younger Next Year For Women. It is written by Chris Crowley, a retired lawyer, and Henry S. Lodge, a practicing physician. The chapters by Dr. Lodge are all fine - filled with useful information presented in a way that doesn't make you want to use bad language or pull your hair out strand by strand. On the other hand, the chapters by Chris Crowley, while sometimes containing nuggets of good information, were filled with sexist, derogatory and/or inappropriate references. Lest you think I exaggerate, here is a quote from one of his more egregious paragraphs. Warning: prepare to be offended.
"So what do you say about these places? They have quit pushing "supersize" portions. (So they do have some shame, after all) But the "large" portions are not a hell of a lot smaller (the large fries are a whopping 10 percent smaller than the old super size. Thanks a lot.) And they have created some salads. Great. But you don't go to a whorehouse for conversation and you don't go to McDonald's for salad. Most of us don't, anyhow. You can get conversation in a whorehouse, but that's not why you're there. If you want to stop eating crap, stay out of fast-food places. Period. Recovering alcoholics should stay out of bars, even though they sell ginger ale as well as whiskey. Big fat piggies who want to change their ways should stay out of fast-food places, even though they sell salad as well as Big Macs. Isn't that obvious? C'mon!"
I find it rather hard to give this book a hearty endorsement in spite of the fact it had some useful information.
So today found Alexandra and me at the Y. I was pretty nervous when I went in, but by the time we were finished I found myself thinking I just might be able to stick with this. The people were very friendly, and the facility is terrific. Of course, today was just the orientation. We'll see how tomorrow goes when I attempt my first ever gym class. I am hoping the new shoes will help.
If the shoes don't prove helpful I'm sure this will.