I was e-mailing a friend today (who knows about this blog, but he's never commented here)about the Auction (see previous post). After giving him both a lively description of the festivities and writing about my reaction to the whole thing, I moved on to other subjects.

He is aware of some health concerns that I have, and my recent changes in lifestyle in an effort to get healthier. He's seen me since some of these changes were implemented, so if pressed, I think he could vouch that I'm making some very positive changes.

However, last Friday I had an evaluation by a trainer at the fancy-pants gym I have been visitng regularly (5-6 days a week). The results were, shall we say, less than impressive. It turns out that maybe I heard only what I really wanted to hear at my first evaluation, and proceeded with a program that, although a step in the right direction, is not intensive enough to correct some health problems that have been plaguing me for the past few years.

I was devastated to learn that I really have to step up to a whole new level to meet the goals I have for myself. Seems that in my satisfaction in lifting what seem to me to be enormous amounts of weight in my strength training I have let the cardio training that I find boring but which will help me reach a far more imortant goal (correcting heart disease) fall completely by the wayside.

Treadmills and steppers and elipticals, oh my! I hate 'em. All that running and stepping and going nowhere, with nothing to show for it. It requires discipline, and consistency, and commitment to do what I really need to do. Crap. I like doing my circuit, walking over to the Fitlinxx to log out and seeing all those zeros. 17,000 pounds. That's what I'm up to on those machines. I feel like I can conquer the world after a workout like that, or could at least kick a butt and take a name.

Then there's St. Stoic. They really enjoy seeing all those zeros on all those big checks on Auction day. It's the little checks, every week or month or quarter that seem too small to make any difference that they don't seem to have very much fun with.

Hmmm... I think I had better figure my own stuff out first before I can try to tackle soemthing for St. Stoic that might just be human nature, after all. At any rate, I'm feeling just a little chastened at being so annoyed by the Auction.

It just gets me to thinking...