Fitness

I already touched on this a bit in a previous utter on GeekFit, but I wanted to elaborate a little here after I’d had some time to think about it.

Last week I was going to the gym pretty regularly and I could tell that I was feeling better. It was the usual batch of progress: more energy, less stressed, looking forward to my next trip. Then something happens and I’m moved to take a day off from the gym. It could be I stayed up too late and a morning gym trip is unreasonable or the afternoon was busy and I didn’t have time to go then. The really interesting thing happens the day after the day off from working out which I’m calling Second Day Syndrome (SDS).

Like I’m constantly trying to convince my wife, my memory is terrible. I can pretty well remember yesterday, sort of recall the day before, but beyond that it’s a good thing I take notes well. During SDS the memory of going to the gym and not going to the gym are both fresh in my mind. Not going to the gym is a slightly fresher memory so I’ll say that a workout has about 40/60 chance of happening. On the next day the odds drop to 30/70. Add that to the guilt of not having gone now for 3 days and you have a recipe for disaster.

So what do we do about the dreaded SDS? If your memory is as bad as mine you might want to follow a steadfast rule of “no more than one day off in a row.” I’m going to give it a try and see how I do. If this is all I needed to do to stay consistent I’m going to be relieved and upset I hadn’t done it sooner.

With Ivy working a little later in the evenings, I changed my workout time to fall between when I finished working and when she got home. This worked for a while, but only while I was at home. As soon as I had to travel somewhere, the afternoon routine fell apart. Invariably one of three things would happen: the client or co-worker would want to go out to dinner, I’d know someone in the area and they’d want to hang out, or I’d need to spend the evening preparing to resolve some issue raised that day.

Last night I put my sweats, tank, shoes, socks, etc. in my office chair and when the alarm went off at 5am I crept out of the bedroom, got dressed, and headed to the gym. There were a lot of new faces, so I’ll have to introduce myself to 1 or 2 at a time. This morning I met Tyler with whom I commiserated about the “getting started again” blues. He sympathized and I hustled through my workout ending with some ab work. Tomorrow I’ll do some good old cardio.

In short, it seems the only time that’s consistently available to me is the early morning whether I’m home or traveling. So back to mornings I go although not as early as I had been going initially. 3am comes a bit too early…