The title is from a book titled Food Worship. Being born in the late '50s, I would call myself a late Baby Boomer. Growing up in New York and attending college in the east, I've seen my share of Yuppies.
I physically don't enjoy the act of exercising. I don't mind what I do to pass the time but that is not the motive itself. I do it both out of necessity as well as liking the results.
Before Shenzhen, I would visit the YMCA once or twice a week, do Pilates with Lily once a week, and go on an exercise bike at home on the other days of the week. The emphasis would be "balance neutral" activities.
Since our trip to Asia, the emphasis shifted to sustaining and enhancing the skills taught by the various therapists to put the stem cells to use. Exercises taught and practiced in China would be duplicated if possible. Easiest among these was adding some weights for arm exercises. Not losing the strength I had before is another story.
Yesterday was my first visit to the local YMCA since returning. I wasn't so much panting as certain muscles were quivering near the end of the repetitions. Muscles that were used to 70 pounds two months ago were trembling at the same settings.
It has become apparent that after just a month of disuse, muscles can very easily atrophy. Avoiding injury has a renewed importance. I can't wait to see how Pilates goes at the end of the week.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment