Sometime this week I'm supposed to start a morning exercise routine with my co-worker. Our workplace has a small gym with some enormous weightlifting apparatus (universal gym?) and assorted things you stand and jump and walk/run on. We decided that since it's there we should use it. The plan is to go to work early, workout for an hour or so, and then pop downstairs to work. It's a good plan, but I'm not sure how well it's going to work out.
I'm lazy. I admit that. I look for the easy way out. Even though I know I should be doing more exercise I find it nearly impossible to convince myself to follow through. Today for instance... I thought about walking to work (a decent 50-minute walk through all the worst parts of town), but it's raining. So I obviously can't walk to work now, mainly because I'm a witch and will melt. The small part of me that wants to do it is easily strong-armed by the domineering sluggish part. This may be because that sluggish part is similar to The Blob, just absorbing everything into it, expanding without even trying. It suffocates the tiny bit of go-getter in me. The internal struggle should be burning more calories than it actually does.
I know someone who gets up at 5:30am most days to work out with a trainer. I... I can't even begin to fathom what that feels like, being out of bed at 5:30am, let alone pumping iron. *shudder* Some people like that sort of thing, feeling like you get something accomplished before work by working out early. This is the feeling we were hoping to replicate. I just have to convince myself to get to work 2 hours early so the replication can begin.
You know, it might just work out fine. Maybe I'm working myself into a tizzy for nothing. Maybe it will be easy to get into a routine. Maybe the release of adrenaline and endorphins will make me addicted to riding the train at 6 or 7am. What's the worst that could happen? I get pumped up? Turn to steroids to see results faster? Watch my enormous calves balloon out of control, resulting in a skirts-only wardrobe? Maybe I should be looking at one of those activities that seem to make your body disappear, like pilates or anorexia. (I like food so I can't motivate myself to do that, either.)
All I know is one more comment about the muffin top effect might make me go nuts on the rowing machine.
I just wish my lungs either had more or less asthma so I wouldn't be on the fence with the breathing thing. Can't use an inhaler, but can't breath after a certain amount of movement. Damn lungs.
Currently listening :
Mass Teen Fainting
By Plumtree
Release date: 2003
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