Return of the Cardio Queen
Surprise! It’s January and I’m back at the gym. Jane, my first fitness guru No, this is not some half-baked New Year’s resolution. I returned to the gym in August, though it’s been a bit stop-and-go. After a blissfully carefree summer, I was ready to shed the twelve pounds of flab that I’d accumulated over eight months of chemo, surgery, and radiation. The "no joiners' fee" promo from the local YMCA spurred me into action. The timing of my return was tricky because I had follow-up surgery scheduled for mid-September, but I threw myself into zumba and spinning with wild abandon anyway. After all, they say that fit people are more likely to recover from surgery quickly, so what did I have to lose? (Except for that tire around my waist, of course.) I was so giddy to be back in the saddle that I insisted on seeking out a spinning class in Colorado while vacationing there. It was fun, even if the instructor did decide to refer to me as "Boston." She kept shou...