My favorite movie montage of all time, from Karate Kid.
Here’s a tweet I wrote last night, after completing my workout:
Starting to work out again would be a lot more fun if I were in a 1980s movie montage and had some really mean villain to fight at the end
How true is that? So, remember my goals for the year I posted? Working out and finishing a novel? Well, I’m happy to say I’m well on track with the working out thing. I lifted weights three times last week and twice so far this week. I’ve also gotten myself into this fitness challenge at work and am attempting 100 pushups, 60 sit-ups, and a certain amount of parallel bar dips at least three times a week. I’ll get back to the sit-ups in a moment. If only it were this easy.
Before last week, I hadn’t really worked out much in 10 months since the boy was born. Just looking at me, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell one way or the other. I haven’t really gotten fatter. Actually, I think the opposite has happened. The muscle that I had not noticed when I was working out started to disappear. That I noticed.
Anyhow, lifting weights on my little weight bench in my basement, I couldn’t help but think of movies from the 1980s, where the main character gets discouraged and let’s themselves go, only to be challenged and then start working out again. Cue music montage. A few minutes later, the protagonist is ready for the final battle/fight/confrontation with the villain/antagonist. If only it were that easy.
Back to the sit-ups thing. To be honest, I never thought sit-ups as a real exercise. Just never had problems with them. Well, things have changed at age 32. I did three sets of 20 sit-ups on Monday. It was difficult, but I managed. Then, Wednesday night I tried to do the same. I got to 1 sit-up and thought I was gonna die. So painful. So old. I managed to get to 3 sets of 20 again, but I’m pretty sure I took a couple years of my life away, like that machine in Princess Bride.
In conclusion, 80’s movie montages good, sit-ups bad.