Okay. I admit it. I have just completed a full-on sloth cycle. Normally I am a dedicated gym rat, working out hard about 5 days a week. I ended my rowing season fit, fit, fit with two long, successful races. That was the end of October. In November I cut back to two workouts a week and December went by with one swim and one session on the rowing ergometer. Like I said, full-on sloth.
In my defence, I did get hit with a case of vertigo mid December that meant I couldn't even walk without balance problems, but I really have no excuse for the other 6 weeks. I did get some good sleep. I learned some new recipes. My house was pretty clean and tidy. But now I am faced with inertia.
in·er·tia
noun\i-ˈnər-shə, -shē-ə\
: lack of movement or activity especially when movement or activity is wanted or needed
: a feeling of not having the energy or desire that is needed to move, change, etc.
physics : a property of matter by which something that is not moving remains still and something that is moving goes at the same speed and in the same direction until another thing or force affects it
It appears I have been stuck on the couch! Enough of this, it's time to start back at the gym. So, Friday I did. And it was hard to do! First I struggled because I knew it would be hard work and I have grown accustomed to an easier pace. But I talked myself throughout that one with a promise that I could slow down my pace to begin and just get there. Once I put on my workout gear, I was more motivated to go. There were three more roadblocks along the way - all self imposed - but I got myself over each hurdle and arrived at the gym at 2pm (I started to head out at 10am... I said it was a struggle!)
Three miles on the treadmill. Squats. Leg press. Ab work. I've started!