Hi gang. Remember me? It’s Scott, your CureTalk comic relief. Feel free to relieve yourselves. I haven’t written in a while, mainly because I haven’t worked out in a while. If you’re new to this space, or if you’d just forgotten, I’d been writing about (among other things) my quest to get back in shape leading up to my bachelor party in Las Vegas in mid-May. Well, the trip was unbelievable, and I did get some smiles from some young ladies, so I must have looked decent enough. Either that, or I was the “bachelor” and ladies love the “bachelor.”
After returning to the planet of Earth, I decided I needed and deserved a few days off from the gym to let my body and brain recover from three days of ridiculousness. As you’ve probably deduced, that few days turned into a month and a half. Isn’t that always the way it goes? You get some momentum, you’re feeling good, then you allow the excuses to creep in and next thing you know, you’re counting the walk to the mailbox as your workout for the day.
Now, while I haven’t been completely sedentary over the last six weeks, it’s time I got back with the program for real. I started working out about three months before the party, and now it’s three months until I get married which led my fiancee to remark, “So you can work out for Vegas but you can’t work out for our wedding.” Not much I could say to that, without fear of reprisal anyway. So yesterday (June 30th) I hit the gym for the first time in a while. It sucks starting over. I was weaker than I’d been before, the stamina wasn’t there, but that’s the price you pay. It wasn’t the most intense workout, but you gotta restart somewhere.
The session was supplemented by a intense three set tennis match which I lost 6-7 (6-8 in the tiebreak), 6-1, 3-6. How do I let him back after dominating the second set? Funny game, tennis. Anyway, I’ve committed to writing and working out more consistently and I will follow through. I will! Have a great holiday weekend.