So, I always have this vague, fuzzy goal to "exercise more". Basically, since I exercise never, "more" could technically mean one time. Today I met my goal. I exercised more today than I have in months. (I was a little motivated to do crunches after having Gray, but as soon as I lost weight, I gave those up for Lent.)
But lunch? The only thing I'm generally doing at lunch is eating lunch...and day dreaming about a nap. Both of which--turns out--can be delayed.
So then it was a matter of motivating me to actually do it. We all know (we married folk) that there is one sure way to bribe your husband to do whatever you want him to do...
And that is by promising to put all four boys in bed on any given night. Teeth, scriptures, prayers, stories, cuddles, tuck-ins...the works. It's a big job. Pulls lots of weight. (You didn't think I was going to say something else, did you?)
Unfortunately, the same bribe doesn't work for me. As Doug brain-stormed, I threw out some suggestions:
"Ice Cream party?!"
"Ice Cream Sundae?"
"Single scoop ice cream cone?"
"Pulling out one of your teeth with pliers?" (Why should he get to have all the fun!?)
Obviously he didn't like my suggestions.
None-the-less, even without a bribe in place, we put a date on the calendar.
Next problem: "But if I go to the gym, whatdoIdo? Just wander in to any old room and start "working out"? (whatever that means!) Do I have to check in? Are certain rooms off-limits? Do I have to go through a locker room? I'm scared! It's scary! Don't make me go!!!"
Solution: Healthy Friend Janeen. She teaches SPIN at the gym. She goes to the gym of her own free will. SHE would take me and initiate me into the strange, sweaty/stinky world of the physically fit.
So today was the day. Janeen brought her two little kiddies here for Doug to watch and we set off. She told me she'd help me and it wouldn't even be scary. After a brief tour and a "warm-up"(whatever! That warm-up was HARD) she decided to introduce me to the TRX ropes. (straps?) We walked into a room where a smallish, very ripped man was beating the crap out of a punching bag.
It was scary.
I was scared.
I could envision him killing me with a single blow to the throat.
I persevered and did the work out anyway.
Just a few cinchy little exercises. 5 reps each. No problemo. This "working out" stuff is a breeze.
Thirty minutes later, we were walking out of the gym and my legs were already a little jiggly.
Now, hours later, sitting calmly at the computer, my whole body seems to be gently (but painfully) vibrating.
I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be rough day.
I'm going to go take a nap.