I've discovered a few things in the past two weeks since I've rejoined the Y:
**I have lost my running mojo. Don't want to, don't feel like it, and when I do, it sucks.
**I like weights.
**The mirrors at the Y are cruel and clearly rigged to be funhouse mirrors.
I've been faithfully working out for two weeks. This is a record for me, and a goal that has been laughable for pretty much my entire adult life. Yes, I would run every week, but doing strength training with it? Not so much. So now the running is set aside, and I'm concentrating on getting in my thrice-weekly strength training sessions thanks to ActivTrax. Besides the fact that it thinks I am a complete and total wimp that is incapable of picking up a can of soup, it's a great tool for working out. And now after two weeks it's adding different machines and finally realizing I can lift more than it calculates. It also requires that I do cardio and ab work. I've done the elliptical and also biked. I tried to run a bit, and that ended quickly.
I seem to be in the down cycle for running. I'll run for a year, then get burned out and stop for a year. Apparently this is my stop year. I'm okay with that, too. Concentrating on getting in the workout groove has been my focus and I already feel better knowing I'm exercising those fat cells into oblivion! I hit the gym 4 days this week and I'm happy happy happy.
I am very happy I rejoined the YMCA. Once I am in the habit of working out regularly, I'm going to try some of the classes. For now, strength training and cardio is keeping my plate full.
And I have to say, as it gets so much cooler outside, I am pretty damn happy I don't have to go out for any long runs. Flying the weenie flag, people--and proud of it!