I have to admit to being a slug lately. With all that has been going on here in the city – hurricane, nor’easter, power outage, slight cold – my workouts suffered and I definitely dropped off my routine. I feel like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. I’m starting to resemble him. After looking in the mirror this morning I decided to drag my pudgy ass to the gym and get back to my workouts.
Now, I must admit being at the age I am now with a little more mileage on my chassis things get a bit harder to maintain. A creak here, a tinge there, and a tuneup sometimes takes longer to perform. Don’t get me wrong, I’m far from being old and broken down at this point, and I can still stay up late and party with the best of them, even though the recovery time the next day takes a little longer! I just can’t help myself as I love to go out and have a good time. Work hard and play hard. Work to live – don’t live to work. Guess you could say I have a bit of the “Peter Pan” syndrome in me. Yeah, I’ll never truly grow up. It’s a blessing and a curse.