Most of the folks I’ve grown accustomed to seeing at my airy, hospitable gym clearly use long workout sessions as their main exercise outlet. I’ve always suffered gym out of a sense of duty: a geek’s upper body is invariably spindly and weak, and we all know modest weight bearing routines are a great hedge against arthritis.
But now, nearly three quarters through 2017, a change of attitude hits me. Suddenly I’m looking forward to the one-hour outing: the walk to gym, the routines, the sashay home. How do I account for this uplift? I’m not sure but trying to insist on three times a week (I used to go for two, which sometimes became only one) seems to make the difference. Repeating my modest reps more often means I can see inescapable, if very slight, improvement. Perhaps I’m even becoming more “mindful” or “Zen like” with the formerly boring reps.