When I was wearing a uniform for the reserve forces, I had a set routine. I'd get up at 5:00 am, get into my workout togs and go to the gym. I had a route planned, and I'd do some strength training, then run two miles, get back to the gym, shower and head to work, getting there at about 7:00 am. The office officially opened at 8:00, so I'd have an hour of quiet time to get my act together for the day.
When I retired from the Guard in 1999 I quit running. I haven't run more than ten steps since then, and I've gained some weight, in March of the year, I was up to 260 lbs. I decided I needed to lose weight, so I got into Weight Watchers and started eating smart, getting off wheat, watching my carbs, doing all the smart stuff. I dropped 20 lbs and stuck at 240. I've been stuck at 240 for about three months, so I decided that some cardio (gag, spit) might be in order. Especially after my doc told me that if I didn't drop another 40 lbs that I was in real danger of becoming diabetic.
So, today I began walking. During the hour between the end of the work day I walked around downtown Alexandria. By that I mean that I walked from the hospital to the Interstate, down to Lee Street, back to the river, then across to the hospital. Something over a mile-and-a-half, in a little less than 30 minutes. Not a fast pace, but I haven't done any cardio in about 13 years.
It's back to the PT, and I'm almost completely out of shape. God, I hate PT.