I am so out of shape
Today was my early day at work, meaning I get to work at 6 am and work until 2:30 pm. I usually have an appointment from 3 pm - 4 pm that necessitated the work shift, but today I didn't have it at that time. On the drive home from work, I pondered what to do with my usually full afternoon. I saw how nice the hills looked, and felt how perfect the air temperature felt on my bare arm, and decided when I got home I'd go for a run in the hills. I felt so energetic.
I'm glad I felt the motivation, too, because I'm going to Cancun with my mom in a little less than a month and I was a little worried about getting into my swimsuit. Granted, its a one-piece, and a flattering one at that, but I still want to look my best. Looking at some photographs I had taken during my summer in Italy a few years ago, I realized that I've put on a substantial enough amount of weight that I hadn't really noticed until you compare me now to me then. Maybe about 15-20 lbs. Wow, that sounds like a lot. It didn't seem like that much considering I'm still wearing pants I bought in high school, 10 years ago. But when I think about it, I bought those pants in that size because they were fashionably too big. Now, they just fit.
Do you KNOW how tough running up a slow, steady incline is? For 25 minutes straight? Carrying a "hello, welcome to the 90's" Sony CD Walkman, that stopped working after the first 10 minutes, in my hands the whole time? It felt like a lead disc. I could only make it 40 minutes...it may sound like a lot, but I'm used to running a significant amount more. I got home and felt like someone had beaten me up and stolen all my money. They did not, however, steal the lead Walkman.
So my mom and I are going to do a dolphin encounter thing down in Cancun. We get a day to swim around in an ocean enclosure with friendly dolphins. I think that sounds awesome. My mom is the coolest; we seem to be drawn to off-beat animal-related adventures. A few years ago, we drove my pokey little Saturn up to the border of New York and Canada - in a blizzard - to dogseld for four days. We got the idea one night when we'd had a little too much wine with dinner. Giggly Sue and Mom call the Appalachian Mountain Club and before we know it we've booked ourselves on the back of a rickety wooden dogsled. While the dolphin adventure is a little warmer and less intense, I think mom and I both deserve a break.
But I am out of it. Shape that is. Give me some moral support while I try to whip this twentysomething desk jockey figure into something a little more worth of a real Spring break. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to run for more than 40 minutes.
I'm glad I felt the motivation, too, because I'm going to Cancun with my mom in a little less than a month and I was a little worried about getting into my swimsuit. Granted, its a one-piece, and a flattering one at that, but I still want to look my best. Looking at some photographs I had taken during my summer in Italy a few years ago, I realized that I've put on a substantial enough amount of weight that I hadn't really noticed until you compare me now to me then. Maybe about 15-20 lbs. Wow, that sounds like a lot. It didn't seem like that much considering I'm still wearing pants I bought in high school, 10 years ago. But when I think about it, I bought those pants in that size because they were fashionably too big. Now, they just fit.
Do you KNOW how tough running up a slow, steady incline is? For 25 minutes straight? Carrying a "hello, welcome to the 90's" Sony CD Walkman, that stopped working after the first 10 minutes, in my hands the whole time? It felt like a lead disc. I could only make it 40 minutes...it may sound like a lot, but I'm used to running a significant amount more. I got home and felt like someone had beaten me up and stolen all my money. They did not, however, steal the lead Walkman.
So my mom and I are going to do a dolphin encounter thing down in Cancun. We get a day to swim around in an ocean enclosure with friendly dolphins. I think that sounds awesome. My mom is the coolest; we seem to be drawn to off-beat animal-related adventures. A few years ago, we drove my pokey little Saturn up to the border of New York and Canada - in a blizzard - to dogseld for four days. We got the idea one night when we'd had a little too much wine with dinner. Giggly Sue and Mom call the Appalachian Mountain Club and before we know it we've booked ourselves on the back of a rickety wooden dogsled. While the dolphin adventure is a little warmer and less intense, I think mom and I both deserve a break.
But I am out of it. Shape that is. Give me some moral support while I try to whip this twentysomething desk jockey figure into something a little more worth of a real Spring break. Maybe tomorrow I'll be able to run for more than 40 minutes.
posted by The Semi-Pro Chef at Wednesday, March 15, 2006
2 Comments:
Watch out for them Mountain Lions. Or do folks from Cali call them Cougars? I hear they find joggers a tasty morsel.
Not to make you nervous or nothin'. You can always wack 'em with that dead CD player.
Exercise is the new black – at least all the fashionistas say so, the stick thin ones that have eating disorders and exist on bottled water and wilted kale. Although some would call your ancient CD player a free weight, like those cute lil’ dumbbell thingies that I am only too sure those same stick thin women drag along with them for their cardio-country jogs!
Were there any pink running suits involved? PINK - soon to be the new orange, or so I am told - I shudder just thinking about it!
But really the worst thing to do is try and get all “in shape” in one day. It hurts like hell – believe me I do it all the time, go out and exercise like a fiend, and then it hurts, so I lay on the couch/futon thing and groan, until I feel fat again and then its EXERCISE TIME – thus the vicious cycle begins again!
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