Happy New Year! I hope you are all in a place where you feel ready to press on after the holidays, and that your year will be filled with much happiness and enough adventures to make it interesting!
I don't know what ours holds, yet. I mean, there's the whole school thing, which goes on and on and on, though at some point I will be launched from the academic coccoon (they tell me at the veeeery end of 2016...) and into the world of board exams, licensing, and heaven forbid, practice building. But there is still so very much to learn, so very much to do, so very much to help begin to pull all the pieces of this very complex education together before the launch happens that I dare not even think about the end. Yet. But at some point, I will.
We joined a gym. Or I should say my spouse rejoined, and I joined. And so far I like it. I like the machines. I like the choice of treadmills, ellipticals, and bikes. I like getting there, getting into a zone, doing sets, wiping down the machines, doing more sets, and so on. I didn't know I would like any of those things, as I've been a lone exerciser for many many years, but it turns out I do.
And when I was getting dressed this morning I thought I may have possibly seen what will become, with much much more work and many more of those very painful crunchies, an ab. I know! I was astonished!
I've never been too worried about sculpting. Having a borderline Rubenesque figure my entire life has made me not focus too much on the chiseled look. But, maybe, just maybe, underneath the curves, there may be...an ab or two waiting to reveal themselves.
That's my goal, now...just to have more sightings of potential abs.
Have I set the bar too low, or far too high at this juncture?
I don't know what ours holds, yet. I mean, there's the whole school thing, which goes on and on and on, though at some point I will be launched from the academic coccoon (they tell me at the veeeery end of 2016...) and into the world of board exams, licensing, and heaven forbid, practice building. But there is still so very much to learn, so very much to do, so very much to help begin to pull all the pieces of this very complex education together before the launch happens that I dare not even think about the end. Yet. But at some point, I will.
We joined a gym. Or I should say my spouse rejoined, and I joined. And so far I like it. I like the machines. I like the choice of treadmills, ellipticals, and bikes. I like getting there, getting into a zone, doing sets, wiping down the machines, doing more sets, and so on. I didn't know I would like any of those things, as I've been a lone exerciser for many many years, but it turns out I do.
And when I was getting dressed this morning I thought I may have possibly seen what will become, with much much more work and many more of those very painful crunchies, an ab. I know! I was astonished!
I've never been too worried about sculpting. Having a borderline Rubenesque figure my entire life has made me not focus too much on the chiseled look. But, maybe, just maybe, underneath the curves, there may be...an ab or two waiting to reveal themselves.
That's my goal, now...just to have more sightings of potential abs.
Have I set the bar too low, or far too high at this juncture?
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