Before Christmas, Junkii got us back into a routine that incorporated a free-weight workout. For years, we had both been relying on group fitness classes for all our exercise needs. And while GroupEx is always fun (and good for cardio health), the weight classes don’t really result in any significant muscle gain. Toning? Yes. Bulk? No.
It was just one day a week, but at least it was a step in the right direction in terms of building muscle.
Since returning from Asia, I’ve made a concerted effort to add a second weight workout – during Monday lunch break – and while I’m far from bulky, I am starting to see the benefits.
Provided I’ve managed to get a locker where I can see myself in the mirror, one of the biggest incentives to maintaining this routine (aside from the eye candy at the gym) is the moment just after the workout, when I change back into work clothes. I’m not vain enough (or big enough) to actually stand in front of the mirror and admire myself – like some of the muscle boys – so if I don’t get a spot near the mirror, I’m out of luck. But it really is motivating to see myself when my muscles are all pumped up.
Of course, by the time I get home, my muscles have all deflated and it’s back to flabby me. But at least I can see progress at that critical moment when I’m naked and vulnerable, and that’s enough to keep me driven for now.