I did a push-up today.
That may not sound like much to the more physically-fit of you who read this, but let me assure you, for me, that was a big deal. It was the first full push-up I’ve done since my high school gym class days.
I’ve never been a big fan of working out, frankly. It always seemed like a boring, sweaty chore more than anything else, and since I was lucky enough to be naturally on the thin side, I never really bothered with it.
Until this year, when Scott started biking regularly, and dropped 25 pounds. I took a look at myself in the mirror, and realized that I wasn’t the same skinny thing that I used to be. And so, after much procrastination, over Memorial Day weekend I finally joined a health club.
I did it right and have been seeing a trainer once a week, as well as working out on my own, with a mix of cardio and weight training. And I’m starting to see some progress. I have to work harder to get my heart rate up on the treadmill. I’m using a higher weight setting on some of the machines. And tonight, I did a push-up. Maybe in another week or two, I’ll be doing several of them.
It’s a small step, but I did it. And I feel good.