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Friday, August 13, 2010

C: Workin’ Out

My brain gets a workout each and every day; my body, well, not so much.  I have always loathed physical exercise.  I don’t mind long walks—although they take too much time, of which I am alarmingly short.  I love horseback riding but, alas, no longer have horses (that time thing, again).  I know that I need regular exercise.

To that end, I fixed up my little screened porch off my bedroom with a treadmill (MIL’s—traded for my stationary bike) and even put cable television out there to keep my mind occupied while I walked.  This was in June.  Do you think I’ve been out there?  Even once?  No.  I am utterly incapable of being in charge of my own exercise regime. 

That’s where my son comes in.  He has cracked the whip at me once again.  Yesterday I went back to the YMCA after work.  It had been long months—too long—since I had been there.  Son was determined.  He called at the office to remind me.  So I trudged over there.

I did my time on the treadmill and then moved through the upper-body machines.  I worked up quite a sweat in 45 minutes or so and left feeling slightly more virtuous than when I arrived at the gym.  What I know is that eventually I will feel so much better for this.  Why is it that I resist so?  Hmmmmm…how ‘bout “laziness?”

Anyway, I am determined to stick with this and exercise at least three times a week.  It is so very easy for me to tell myself that I don’t have the time.  But, then, I can always fill time with work, which is never caught up.

And, in thinking of exercise, I find myself looking forward to autumn and even winter for brisk walks down my long driveway and my country road  with my two dogs by my side.  It has been triple digit weather here for over a week, way too hot for any kind of outside exercise.  A fall nip in the air will be inviting for exercise, I’m thinking.  And the enemy of that regime will, once again, be time…must steel myself now for that.  C.

6 comments:

Ayak said...

Oh I am absolutely the same. I hate exercise and can just never get motivated. I make so many excuses to get out of it because I find exercise boring.

I love walking the dogs but the hills around here are too steep for me. Also it's too hot...well thats my excuse for the summer...I'm working on my excuse for the winter!

Debbie said...

I agree! I love walking, but get so tired of the same routes. When it gets hot, that's all over. I belong to the Y, but don't like to go in the summer. I can think of all kind of excuses. I love activity; hate exercise!

Happyone :-) said...

As you know I LOVE my morning walks in all kinds of weather!! :-) Very rarely do I skip my walk.

Vee said...

Yup, same story here. I'll not pick on you, but I am lazy, unmotivated, hate to sweat, and can think of a million better things to do. And life's too short to waste walking a treadmill so I'd rather walk in the cemetery. It's my favorite spot for walking...no traffic and it's pleasant, quiet, and pretty.

All the best to you as you do this for yourself. That you'll feel great, I have no doubt.

Jody Blue said...

I love(d) the way I feel after a work out. I used to work out 4-5 days a week and then a work injury stopped me in my tracks...how I miss it. I'm working on finding my new normal, doing PT exercise is not the same...and that time thing seems to be my nemesis also!

Tanna at The Brick Street Bungalow said...

Good for you, C! I'll be sending "attagirls" for all your hard work! Inspire the rest of us!

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