I've decided to join the national campaign of "Oh my gosh how much did I eat over this holiday? I need to exercise!" For most, and unfortunately that includes me, history shows this is an agressive two week campaign that innocently tapers to a slow-down to accomodate for important things in life, like work and school, and then dramatically falls off all burners to be replaced by TV, e-mail, web-surfing, and anything else that can fill the guilt of not exercising. But even if it's another failed attempt at "getting into shape", I need to do something to convice myself I'm not getting older or getting fat, I'm just experiencing a temporary aging anomoly that can easily be corrected.
Tonight I started rationally and decided to see if I can jog to the end of my street and back without having an ambulance bring me home. As I was dressing through the minor giggles of my wife imagining various scenarios of how I will need to call for help, she suggested I bring the dog. "Good idea, honey!" Underdressed in thin sweats, I bravely venture into the 33 degree dark outside with the dog, where no one will recognize me, and we begin to slowly run. As expected, this was a rude introduction into the need to shape up. Between the overly excited dog pulling as hard as she could, and the lack of under-coating in my attire, I had a bad dream sensation of not runing fast enough while being chased inside a sub-zero freezer. But my determination kept me going, it started to feel less cold, my breathing felt good, and I was begining to feel like this was going work. No way is this going to suddenly stop like my attempt at blogging did. But fate speaks to you before it acts, and before I realized what was happening, the abrupt stop came true. The dog was tangled around one leg while running on the other side of a mailbox, experienced a face-full of mailbox post, and I nearly super-fly'd the sidewalk. Then breathing became difficult, legs were starting to feel pain, hands were numb from the cold, and I wasn't even at the stop sign only a tenth of a mile away. We successfully made it to the stop sign and then ran back, but it is now clear to me that I need to take this much more seriously than I thought. I'll see if I can use blogging about my attempt to get in shape as my motivation to keep exercising, and try a new beginning once again.
More to come. (I hope!)
Tonight I started rationally and decided to see if I can jog to the end of my street and back without having an ambulance bring me home. As I was dressing through the minor giggles of my wife imagining various scenarios of how I will need to call for help, she suggested I bring the dog. "Good idea, honey!" Underdressed in thin sweats, I bravely venture into the 33 degree dark outside with the dog, where no one will recognize me, and we begin to slowly run. As expected, this was a rude introduction into the need to shape up. Between the overly excited dog pulling as hard as she could, and the lack of under-coating in my attire, I had a bad dream sensation of not runing fast enough while being chased inside a sub-zero freezer. But my determination kept me going, it started to feel less cold, my breathing felt good, and I was begining to feel like this was going work. No way is this going to suddenly stop like my attempt at blogging did. But fate speaks to you before it acts, and before I realized what was happening, the abrupt stop came true. The dog was tangled around one leg while running on the other side of a mailbox, experienced a face-full of mailbox post, and I nearly super-fly'd the sidewalk. Then breathing became difficult, legs were starting to feel pain, hands were numb from the cold, and I wasn't even at the stop sign only a tenth of a mile away. We successfully made it to the stop sign and then ran back, but it is now clear to me that I need to take this much more seriously than I thought. I'll see if I can use blogging about my attempt to get in shape as my motivation to keep exercising, and try a new beginning once again.
More to come. (I hope!)
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