Riding On

I've been trying to motivate myself to get in better shape for quite a while now. I've never been what one would call athletic or in shape. Sure, I played varsity baseball for three years when I was in high school, and I was all-conference. However, as most people know, baseball doesn't exactly require peak physical fitness in order to excel. I was a catcher, and didn't need to move much, which is good, because I was a slow runner. I always had the benefit of a courtesy runner, so I didn't have to run bases. Being a catcher just fit my stature and fitness level.

After high school, I followed a typical college path known as the freshman 15. And then the sophomore 15. And then I lost track. By the time I graduated, I had put on 40 pounds over my high school weight. Not exactly great. In my defense, one of my summer jobs involved a decent amount of physical labor, so I kept a decent amount of strength.

Well, after sitting behind a desk for four years and not really eating all that smart, it's caught up with me. I'm now weighing in at 260 pounds, which is 60 pounds over what I weighed when I graduated high school almost 10 years ago. I look in the mirror and I'm farily disgusted. My gut, while not at monumental proportions, is definitely doing its best to make its presence felt. The respectable amount of muscle mass I once had has withered away. I've turned into a stereotypical computer nerd physically.

All of this is starting to serve as pretty good motivation. This weekend I bought an exercise bike and some weights to aid my effort. Quite a few people suggested getting a gym membership instead of buying my own stuff. That's not a bad idea, but quite frankly, I'm embarassed. I also tend to be a homebody and my schedule is goofy, so having the stuff at home just seems like a better fit for me. I also bought the Ipod a few months back with exercise in mind. If/when I do take my game outside, it'll be there to supply me with lots of motivational tuneage.

I hopped on the bike for the first time today, and well, it was rather sad. I wasn't expecting much, but my thighs were burning after about two minutes. I don't know if it was the pace I gave myself or what, but it was pretty bad. I made myself go five minutes just to avoid being too much of a nancy. But hey, you've gotta start somewhere right? Who knows. The bike said I rode about 1.3 miles worth in those 5 minutes, so maybe it was the pace I set.

It will get better though.

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