Entry #1:

I absolutely love my new job at Precision Sports Performance.  I was born on 03.20.1968.  I had a really hard time getting out of bed today.  So what?  Who cares?  Believe it or not, those 3 random facts are going to (hopefully) change my life.

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I now work at a sports performance facility, but I haven’t worked out since my son was born 16 years ago. I kept telling myself: I am a working mom who is “so busy!”  I don’t look “that bad” for 50!  My husband loves me no matter what size I am!   But you know what?  I have come to realize that I have just been lazy.  Sound familiar?

I came up with the idea of “Fit By Fifty” a few weeks ago.  My goal is to tone my long-ignored muscles, and just be “fit and healthy.”  It’s now a matter of living longer and feeling better.  No more excuses!  So many other women my age are in the same situation.  So, I’m going to use this column to provide an honest account of my journey to be “Fit by Fifty.” 

My journey began with a General Fitness Evaluation with Andrew, a strength coach.  This allows the strength coach to gauge your overall fitness and develop a program that is geared toward your goals.  Needless to say, I was very nervous.  However, Andrew was very patient with me.  It began with general warm-up exercises…some of which I struggled with.  He then checked on my strength (I give myself an F); Balance and Flexibility (I give myself a B); and Stamina (I give myself a C).  Andrew said I’m average, for my age.  I’ll take that.  Full disclosure:  I was sore just from the evaluation. 

Next, I scheduled my very first work-out…a session called “Adult Small Group Training.”  This is a group of 6-8 adults of varying stages of fitness.  The session started with a warm-up.  Again, this was not easy for me. Well…it went downhill from there.  16 years of laziness caught up with me VERY quickly.  I was put through a very basic fitness program consisting of lunges, planking, light weights, and band work.  I struggled to say the least.  I was sweaty, red-faced, and out of breath.  I took more water breaks than anyone else. But, you know what?  I survived!  I was fairly proud of myself for just showing up and not quitting.

And then I tried to get out of bed this morning.  Let’s just say, there may or may not have been a curse word uttered.  Those long-ignored muscles were screaming at me!  Just going up & down the stairs, and crossing my legs result in involuntary groans.  I knew it was going to be bad.  I’m going to need a few days to recover before my next class.

YES…MY NEXT CLASS!  I survived the first one and can barely walk, but this is the first (painful) step on my journey.  I am not discouraged.  My co-workers at Precision Sports Performance are being SO supportive.  Keep in mind, I am as old as their parents.  Maybe they feel sorry for me…but that’s OK!