NEW ALBANY — From a fitness standpoint, the last two weeks haven't been the best. But it all worked out in the end.
First of all, I only made it to the gym five times in the last two weeks, including two visits with Floyd County YMCA Personal Trainer Alli Hilles. The other three days in there? Yeah, should have been six. It's been very busy around these parts, and I also managed to catch myself a bit of an illness that stopped me from going last Friday.
Thankfully, a few of my activities outside of the gym have been good substitutes. I probably walked about three miles on the campus of IUPUI on Saturday, hopelessly lost as I sought out the Indiana University Natatorium on campus. Google Maps has shaken my faith one too many times, and it was another day where the online giant couldn't tell me where one of the most iconic structures in all of Indianapolis was located. Suffice to say, my legs got plenty of work that day.
I also had a few food slip-ups this week. On Sunday while visiting my friends and family in Cincinnati, I decided to head down to my old college paper to meet up with a buddy who's about to graduate. The plan was to hang out for an hour while another paper provided them with photos, and then we'd leave and find something healthy to eat. Unfortunately, the other newspaper didn't do much to respect the time of my friend and his peers, and as 10 p.m. rolled around there were still no photos to be had. When we finally got out of there, the only places open were pizza places and fast food joints. We decided to forego cooking and just grabbed a pizza. At least the toppings were healthy, right?
But I haven't given up. I went to the gym and worked on my own on Monday, and today was my third session with Alli. Instead of working on ellipticals and weight machines, we spent the entire session outside by the floodwall. She handed me a 12-pound bar — the same amount of weight as I've lost since I started getting back on track — and had me do squats with the bar over my shoulders. After that came a trip up the steps to the top of the hill and back down, where a breather and another exercise awaited. All told, I made it up that hill eight times, all told.
I was gassed. I was winded. But I'm still at it. The soreness has mostly subsided, except for the exhaustion that comes immediately following a workout. I'm looking better, I feel healthier, my heart rate's down, my blood pressure is down. I know if I keep at it, I'll feel even better.