Yeah, I found that out yesterday at the gym. Atrophied muscles and a sizable gut, hard-earned with ample red meat, cheese, and beer, will do that to you. Woohoo!
My bud Tom is coaching me through an actual workout at an actual gymnasium every Wednesday. I feel like I’ve been through a combine on Thursday morning. It’s all “good” soreness, though; no injury, just awakening muscles (and sheesh, those sumbitches are all over places I never knew I had them). We’re doing two sets of ten reps on eight different weight machines, followed by an in-between wild-card period (during which I discovered yesterday I couldn’t do a sit-up), and wrapped up with exercise bicycling.
Incidentally, Tom does things like compete in triathlons and ride his bicycle 50 miles on his lunch break. He’s a great coach to have.
I’m going to add another gym workout to my week soon, and a time slot for the treadmill at home, and that will be three dedicated times weekly. I’ll add a couple of “fun” things, like geocaching and playing outside with the boys, and that will be my first regimen. (I say my first because Tom’s going to push once my physical condition begins significant improvement, and said push will contain other activities, I’m sure.)
I can tell a difference in the way I feel already. Small steps.