Recently, some folks
in my gym recruited me onto their team for a 90-day body challenge competition. It started simply. One person caught me leaving the gym and said, “Hey, you should try this with
us.”
The challenge is one
of those events where the team that loses the most pounds or most inches or
largest percentage of bodyfat wins.
Now let’s be
honest…I’ve got about as challenging a body as you can get. Throw a red
sportcoat on me and stand me on a corner and a firetruck is likely to try and attach
a hose to me.
Weigh-in is Saturday
so I’m eating like a starving convict. Weight quickly gained can be quickly
lost so I’m taking advantage of gluttony as long as I can.
I’ve been in and out
of gyms for over 40 years and this is the first competition like this I’ve ever
been involved in. I don’t see me going on a strictly chicken breast and water
diet for the next 3 months but I’ve got a feeling the beer/ice cream/baklava
binge I’ve been on this summer is coming to an end. I might not help the team
but I don’t want to hurt it.
Sometimes you need an
experience that shakes up your life and points you to a goal.
Sometimes the shake-up
starts with a simple invitation.