I Exercised Today

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But I exercised today. I can't remember the last time I exercised. I know for sure I haven't since RJ's been alive, so that's the last 17 months. I know I never exercised while pregnant, and I can't really remember exercising in Kirksville. Wait. I did go on a bike ride the spring of 2007 solely to exercise. So 3 years. I'm coming out with my unhealthful laziness.

I don't like exercising. I enjoy active things--hiking, playing tennis, swimming, running around for night games with kids, etc. But to run just to run? Maybe you already know this, since I laid on the beach while all the other girls jogged along the skyline.

But in any case, I need to exercise. I know that. I just don't care enough I guess to do something I hate. In the past, in high school after I quit dancing, I was really concerned I'd gain a bunch of weight since I wasn't dancing 3-4 hours a day any longer. So I joined the track team, and ended up being a jumper, which requires about 15 steps. I did get better at running during that season, but I don't think I ever ran over 2 miles. Anyway, that was probably the time in my life other than dance when I exercised regularly. I even didn't eat junk, well, as much junk. So all the effort, and nothing happened. So I got too busy and got softer around the edges, but still looked the same pretty much.

I think it has to do with being tall or something. I'm not really thin, just average. But if I work really hard to lose 5-10 pounds no one notices, heck, I barely notice. Where if you're really short, 5-10 pounds makes a big difference. So my weight fluctuates, but it's pretty much the same as when I was trying to exercise all the time as the rest of these 8 years when I've done nothing.

So I'm hoping to be better about exercising, because I could trim up. I have cellulite. I have jiggly parts. I wouldn't mind running up the stairs and not notice my bum jiggle the whole way. So I'm not really setting a weight goal to help motivate me, because I'm pretty sure I'd never reach it, just hoping to tone up a bit.

But also, Rhett and I made a deal. We've realized neither of us care enough about our own physique to do anything about it. We're comfy in our bodies. But I'm sure my heart is a little weakling...actually, I know it's a weakling because I jogged this morning and it was racing before I got to the neighbor's lawn. I think my heart and lungs kind of freaked out, after all, they've been slugging around for about a decade. But anyway, we have decided if one of us exercises, the other has too--because we'll work out for the other person. So Rhett is responsible for my bum and thighs, and I'm responsible for his gut. I think this might be more effective motivation.

But then again it is only day one. But I think I stink at running. I never run long enough for my legs to get tired, I always feel I have to stop for breath. So maybe it's a mental thing, where I'm thinking "I can't breathe, I can't breathe" maybe real runners are comfortable at that slow pace and are looking at the trees or thinking about what to make for dinner. So basically here's my cry for help: I want tips from everyone who runs. Obviously, I'm out of shape and probably have zero lung capacity. But I need help or advice if I'm going to keep this up, because it was really hard. I was so pathetic, I probably jogged 1/8 a mile and had to walk, ran 1/10 and walked, then wogged (half walk, half jogged) home, sputtering and spitting and my lungs were burning. Kids were riding their bikes to Jr. High this morning and I was thinking how glad I was to be done with Jr. High because I'd probably have a heart attack trying to run the FUN RUN.