It Could Be

I took a couple of days off to ponder. If you read my first post, you'll remember I'm not a big online sharer. I came back the day after writing my first post to find 16 people had viewed my blog...possibly even read it. I was shocked, dumbstruck. Sixteen!

I know there are blogs out there at get hundreds, thousands, even tens of thousands of views and I'm baffled by sixteen. Baffled and nervous because those 16 people might come back, they might tell their friends, and then I'm having to turn away cigarrette companies who want to advertise on my blog. My husband assures me that I'm getting ahead of myself and is probably wondering to himself  why in the world cigarette companies would want to advertise on my blog since I quit smoking over 10 years ago. My response to his naysaying: it could happen.

Despite this, I've regrouped & pulled myself back from the ledge, I've put all that might be and could be stuff aside and am writing post 2 - WOO HOO!

I made a great step forward on Sunday in the land of getting my groove back - I joined a gym. Not only did I join a gym, but I WENT to the gym.

I don't like exercise, any-cise. My particular nemesis has been running. I HATE running. I've hated running ever since I was in middle school where our grade depended on how fast we could run a mile and a half cross country course inspiringly named "The Star Course." (Blech!) You were supposed to run that thing in 15 minutes or less to get an A. I was always huffing my way toward a C- while my classmates with gazelle- or cheetah-infused DNA watched with the PE Coach who obviously believed if it wasn't for me, the class would be in the locker room already. So those experiences set the tone for my feelings about running and I've never quite found another activity that I love and would want to do for physical activity, except maybe popcorn olympics while sitting on the couch. 

So I joined the gym and then I went to the gym...once... since joining 2 days ago. I spent 30 minutes on the ARC trainer. I'd be lying if I said those 30 minutes were easy, that I enjoyed it, or that I felt better afterwards. Those 30 minutes were the hardest 30 minutes I've lived in awhile - at least since the last time I went to a gym. However, I can say that I do like the way my body responds to working out when I'm consistent in my activity. I love when I push myself and realize I'm stronger than I gave myself credit for. And so, if I have to start at the beginning with a 30 minute workout and fight myself every second of the way, I'll do so - because I can and I should and I need to in order to maintain my health despite my size. I deserve it.

I'll go to the gym again tomorrow and if I have time I'll hopefully blog afterwards that I added two minutes to my workout. In the meantime, if you 16 folks come back to read this post, you can introduce yourself in the comments below. I'd love to get to know you so we can decide together if we should turn down the cigarette companies and go for the big money with condom companies instead. (It COULD happen.)

Comments

[Christee Rothbard]

He he he, I wasn't one of those 16 but I will stalk you on here. ;-) I am considering starting my own blog so you will have to reciprocate! Love & miss you!