Anyone who has ever held to some sort of fitness regimen knows that one of the most challenging things to do is actually hold to it.
About 8 months before Wife and I were married I actually held to my regimen. I was at the gym about 5 times a week. I had a few things going for me then. First, I was working night shift, which meant I would go in the morning when I got home from work. This in turn brought about the second benefit for me, I was home alone in the mornings, and not tempted by the company of Wife in favor of going to the gym.
Now, well over a year later, I haven't been the gym for quite some time. I have been working the day shift for quite some time, so the second benefit has been gone. Wife and I are home at night together, therefor negating the first benefit.
So all the progress I had made is now gone. I'm out of shape, and motivation is hard to come by. So recently I was reading my sister's lamentations about her gym attendance, and simply took it as chance to put a friendly competition between siblings on the table.
So here and now I will commit to gym attendance 4 times a week. I figure this is a realistic goal, after all I wouldn't want to set my self up for failure by setting unrealistically lofty goals which will end with me aiming high and simply hitting the dirt below.
So, there it is. She and I have already set Monday as a day to begin. So after work on Monday, I will begin by hitting the treadmill and walking for half an hour. It seems like a rather dull beginning, but hey, it has been over year since I have been there. I don't want to kill myself on the first day.
So the gauntlet has been thrown down sis. If we were in older days I would slap you across the face with a white glove. Fortunately for us, a few hundred years worth of civility and manners have moved us past this old tradition of challenging an opponent (not to mention a few hundred miles of actual distance) make this more of a symbolic way to say, "A challenge? You're on!"
Let the fun begin. See you on the treadmill.