This summer, I’m trying to work out everyday–and do most of it outside. So for the next month or so, I’ll include some updates.
Yesterday, my husband Eric and I rode our bikes along the Charles River for three or more miles to check out the outdoor gym. A variety of metal fixtures peppered the space where you could do pull-ups, push-ups, stretches, and so on. Some signs indicated what types of exercises you could try. Since I didn’t bother to read them until after I tried a few exercises, I alas did push-ups on the equipment you’re supposed to use for dips. But hey, no one yelled at me. And I think they were pretty effective.
Once I had enough, I meandered onto the grass to work on my new skill–a headstand. Yes, I know they say old dogs can’t learn new tricks, but it’s not true! I could never do this, ever. Now at the ripe old age of thirty-something-or-other, I CAN! So I tried to find a flat grassy patch that didn’t appear to have dog poop and attempted to try my new skill without A) Making a fool out of myself, and B) Hurting myself. I am pleased to report I accomplished that mission!
Encouraged by my initial attempt to conquer the Charles River fitness world, I tried to move on to the elusive handstand — a skill I have not yet accomplished without the assistance of a wall. After not completing this mission once again, it was time to ride back home.
One day, I’m telling you… one day I’ll get that handstand. Maybe at forty-something-or-other.