Let's Get Physical
Yesterday, I ran. I'm not sure how far I ran, but if you've ever been to my house (which only a couple of you have) and have driven around a quarter of my neighborhood (which only one of you has, I think) you'll know. It felt horrible.
Today I ran even longer. My stomach hurt, my legs ached, I felt a frog trying to leap from my throat. It was the worst I've ever felt. I think. I have this, condition, I'll call it, where I always forget just how it felt to have some certain thing happen as soon as it's over. As I sit here, I can't quite remember how awful it felt to run that mile, or how it felt however many months ago when I was sick all day and throwing up. Kind of cool, I guess, but it doesn't much help when I'm at the doctor's and she's asking me exactly how my stomach hurt and where, so she can help solve the problem of the mysterious stabbing feeling in my tummy.
Anyway.
My sister and I have decided we're going to exercise every day. She calls it "fast days" and "slow days." On fast days (which starts today and is every other day) consist of running a mile (ugh!), doing lots of stretches, 20 lunges, 25 squats, 30 sit-ups, 25 push-ups, and the plank. Don't even ask about the plank. It's not that difficult, I guess, my legs just start quivering a couple of seconds in and only gain in quivering velocity, which makes it hard to keep myself up for so long, because I'm so conscious of the way I look when I do it.
Slow days sound even worse. Tomorrow, and every other day after that, we're going to run as far as we can, do as many lunges, squats, sit-ups, and push-ups as we can, and hold for the plank as long as we can. Which, seeing as how I don't like giving up and feel like stopping whatever exercise it is even after my muscles are burning is giving up could take a while. I found out today that no matter how badly I want to stop, I can keep going. It's a nice thing to find out.
Does any of that make sense? I mean I can't give up. I hate giving up. Sometimes I get lazy and stop, but I don't see that as the same. I'm not sure I could explain why. Probably because my laziness conquers all, even my own feelings, and it tells me it's not giving up, it's merely putting off.
Stopping early when I know I can do more, or know someone else can do more is like giving up to me. I'm really competitive too, which, now that I think of it, doesn't really mix with laziness, does it? So if I hear or see that someone can do more or better than me, I want to be able to do more or better than them.
Does that make sense? Sometimes I feel like I'm not getting my point across because it's all over the place and the words I choose don't really lead my reader where I want them to go.
But that makes it sound as if I think my reader is stupid. Which I don't.
Right now seems a pretty good place to stop, seeing as how I may have just called you all stupid.
Even though I didn't mean to.
And I don't mean it.
Even if I did say it.
So.
Bye!
How about you? Have you ever made a vow to yourself to do something, anything, it doesn't have to be exercise? Maybe, read a book every week, and that book be a classic, or say hello to someone you don't know every day. Maybe you started a blog and promised yourself you'd write a new post every week (hmm...). Tell me all about it!
And to close off my post with a video, which I think I'll do all the time now, because it's mondo fun, this is a song that I was listening to before I wrote this (I was contemplating buying it and I was listening to it through iTunes, which does not let you compile a playlist):
By the way, some people in the world may not like Justin Beiber and may even call him mean names because they can't handle their jealousy of not being in his place, but I think he rocks. Except the chorus of "Baby" which really has no redeeming quality...
P.S. Do NOT call it beibermania. He may rock, but he is not The Beatles.
Today I ran even longer. My stomach hurt, my legs ached, I felt a frog trying to leap from my throat. It was the worst I've ever felt. I think. I have this, condition, I'll call it, where I always forget just how it felt to have some certain thing happen as soon as it's over. As I sit here, I can't quite remember how awful it felt to run that mile, or how it felt however many months ago when I was sick all day and throwing up. Kind of cool, I guess, but it doesn't much help when I'm at the doctor's and she's asking me exactly how my stomach hurt and where, so she can help solve the problem of the mysterious stabbing feeling in my tummy.
Anyway.
My sister and I have decided we're going to exercise every day. She calls it "fast days" and "slow days." On fast days (which starts today and is every other day) consist of running a mile (ugh!), doing lots of stretches, 20 lunges, 25 squats, 30 sit-ups, 25 push-ups, and the plank. Don't even ask about the plank. It's not that difficult, I guess, my legs just start quivering a couple of seconds in and only gain in quivering velocity, which makes it hard to keep myself up for so long, because I'm so conscious of the way I look when I do it.
Slow days sound even worse. Tomorrow, and every other day after that, we're going to run as far as we can, do as many lunges, squats, sit-ups, and push-ups as we can, and hold for the plank as long as we can. Which, seeing as how I don't like giving up and feel like stopping whatever exercise it is even after my muscles are burning is giving up could take a while. I found out today that no matter how badly I want to stop, I can keep going. It's a nice thing to find out.
Does any of that make sense? I mean I can't give up. I hate giving up. Sometimes I get lazy and stop, but I don't see that as the same. I'm not sure I could explain why. Probably because my laziness conquers all, even my own feelings, and it tells me it's not giving up, it's merely putting off.
Stopping early when I know I can do more, or know someone else can do more is like giving up to me. I'm really competitive too, which, now that I think of it, doesn't really mix with laziness, does it? So if I hear or see that someone can do more or better than me, I want to be able to do more or better than them.
Does that make sense? Sometimes I feel like I'm not getting my point across because it's all over the place and the words I choose don't really lead my reader where I want them to go.
But that makes it sound as if I think my reader is stupid. Which I don't.
Right now seems a pretty good place to stop, seeing as how I may have just called you all stupid.
Even though I didn't mean to.
And I don't mean it.
Even if I did say it.
So.
Bye!
How about you? Have you ever made a vow to yourself to do something, anything, it doesn't have to be exercise? Maybe, read a book every week, and that book be a classic, or say hello to someone you don't know every day. Maybe you started a blog and promised yourself you'd write a new post every week (hmm...). Tell me all about it!
And to close off my post with a video, which I think I'll do all the time now, because it's mondo fun, this is a song that I was listening to before I wrote this (I was contemplating buying it and I was listening to it through iTunes, which does not let you compile a playlist):
By the way, some people in the world may not like Justin Beiber and may even call him mean names because they can't handle their jealousy of not being in his place, but I think he rocks. Except the chorus of "Baby" which really has no redeeming quality...
P.S. Do NOT call it beibermania. He may rock, but he is not The Beatles.
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