obedience training next to the dog park
I’ve managed somehow to keep up this walking home business for nearly three quarters of a year now and I’m very pleased with myself for sticking to it, especially through the heat waves and the winter. I think it’s very easy to embark on a new health kick, only to lose interest or consistency/commitment. It’s been said before that for long-term change to take place, it has to become part of the routine, it has to become habitual. Otherwise it’s a phase that passes and then you find yourself back at square one.
Now that walking home has become a way of life, I’m ready for the next challenge… I need to do some strength training, but I hate the gym. I won’t last. My gym rat days were over a long time ago and I don’t want to go back, even though I’d love to have back the body I got as a result of strict training. Being married to a triathlete and personal trainer had its benefits.
I’m not into group exercise, either. I like team sports, but straight exercise I’d rather do on my own. So the appealing choices left are: join a recreational league (playing –volleyball?–), or maybe something like boxing. There’s a boxing gym just up the street from me. I’ll have to investigate this further. In the meantime I’d better hit the sack as I’ve got a patient to drive rather early.
The pictures below are from King Street West, between Niagara Street and Atlantic Avenue.
