September 24, 2003
I Give Up
As I rapidly approach the ripe old age of 30, it occurs to me that I ought to exercise. No, I don't need to exercise more, I just need to exercise. Period. I need to get off the couch, stop reading, and work out. I've never been athletically inclined (to put it mildly), so the allure of exercise really eludes me. Some people love too work out -- I get that -- I've just never been one of them. When I was in college my sorority had a "swap" (read: party) with a campus fraternity, and the theme was "Night in Hell." You were supposed to show up dressed as your version of hell. I was never able to attend the swap for various reasons, but had I gone, I would've gone as an aerobics instructor.
And that pretty much sums up how I feel about exercising.
Last night it seemed like a really good idea to dust off my aerobics tape (it really did have dust on it, I swear), and see how far I could get without passing out. That seemed like a good idea until I was about fifteen minutes into it, completely out of breath, drenched in sweat and cursing the day I purchased running shoes. Doing this at home was a far better alternative to going to the gym and doing aerobics, though, where I have 80 year old spandex-clad women running circles around me and bench pressing their plastic Reebok bench steps.
I (barely) made it through the workout, when I finally got to the cool down and thought I was in the home stretch. How wrong I was. My dog Maggie decided to join me at that point. While I was lying on a mat on the floor, stretching my legs, she was taking her squeaky toys and balancing them on my legs, expecting me to play. One sqeaky toy I can live with -- two furry hedgehogs and a rubber chicken are too many toys for one cool down.
Posted by Kitty at September 24, 2003 02:18 PM
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