All good things come to an end. But then if you work hard enough, you can get them back.
Like I said earlier, I returned from South Africa in similar or better shape than I left in. And I kept that level of exercise up for a long time, and kept in shape for a long time. Over the years, I had a couple of friends I’d go to the gym with on a regular basis. Amanda and I formerly did that quite regularly, but we have slacked off a bit.
But eventually, life got the better of me, and I started to slack off and go to the gym less and less often. Then, I got a job that actually did serve as a great excuse for not getting to the gym, and then I had some other excuse, then some other, then some other.
So right now I find myself in a similar situation as to when I first met Lenora. But this time, I don’t need a trainer, and the gym is one block from my house. What I need, rather, is the obsession. I need to get back the obsession with exercise that drives a person to the gym because it feels bad to have not been to the gym for a while.
This is not hard for me to do. I’ve been able to do that for periods of a couple of weeks, or a month, here and there over the last two years. My wife does the same thing. If she goes to the gym often enough, it becomes something she has to do. We’ve often done that together. We need to do that again.
The other thing I might need is a walk in the Kalahari with Lynne, or something similar, to act as motivation. Perhaps my brother’s recent major open heart surgery can inspire me. He went under the knife a few weeks ago. I don’t know if more exercise would have been good for him or not. But generally speaking, more exercise is better than less exercise.
That, and Huxley’s starting to get heavy. Need to work on my biceps.