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(Not)Cool Runnings (Updated 4/13)

It was a beautiful Easter morning. I was looking forward to a quiet morning, relaxing around the house, not doing much of anything. Bill had other ideas. Apparently, it was time to get me off my ass and working out again. (Meaning: Hey, fatty, move it!)

As I laced up my tennis shoes, which haven’t seen much more activity than a walk around the mall, I thought about how much this run was going to hurt.

At first it wasn’t so bad. Bill and the dog set the pace. We ran down the paths that wind through our neighborhood. I was tight but my stride was good—I felt all graceful and gazelle-like. But about a half mile into it, my legs started to feel heavy. I slowed down but I kept moving. And I kept getting slower and slower…and slower. Until I walked.

Bill and Gracie slowed down to wait for me, walked with me until I caught my breath and then took off again. We ran out onto a dirt trail along a wash. In my head I was Carl Lewis. In reality, I was Quasimodo—hunched over, arms akimbo, feet barely lifting off the ground, sucking in air.

It was brutal.

We probably only went a couple of miles—and I walked most of it—but it was so hard. I used to be in great shape but through a collaboration of things, I got out of the habit of going to the gym this past year. Starting again is one of the hardest things to do.

I actually lost weight when I stopped working out but I’m probably the least healthy I’ve ever been. I lost muscle and strength and any fitness I had. And I’m sure it’s the reason I’ve gotten so sick lately.

As exhausted as I am and as sore as I feel, it was a wake up call that I need to start moving my ass again. I may not be able to move tomorrow, but when I can, I’ll start hitting the road (and the weights) again.

Wish me luck.

MONDAY 4/13

Bill suggested that I should have titled this post “So You’re Saying I’m Fat?!”

I can barely walk today. I am so unbelievably sore and am cursing the fact that I wore high-heeled boots this morning. Even my hair hurts.

Then Bill had the balls to ask me if I’m meeting him at the gym tonight.

Fucker.

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11 Responses

  1. I’m right there with you sister…right with you!

  2. I started working out again about 4 months ago. It was getting bad, I was running out of breath eating!!!! Now I feel like I can run forever! It’s so hard to keep a regular routine but it’s awesome when you do.

  3. Good luck!

    I started swimming, and I love it. I’m up to 10 laps now in the pool (something like 1/6th of a mile). *FLEX*

  4. Woman, you should totally join us for Operation Muffin Top(ple). We’re kicking fat ass and taking names…

    Operation Muffin Top(ple)

    • A Picture?? Are you out of your head? (Can I cross out my face??)

      • All we want are pics of the jiggly bits. It’s been pretty hilarious getting pics of ONLY muffin tops or back fat.

        If you don’t want to send a pic, you don’t have to, just join in for the fun of it and send us a recipe and we’ll call it a day.

  5. How funny. Like guess the bodypart! I might be in.

  6. You go girl!! I wish I could run but when the boobs give you a black eye that is a problem!! I just stick to spin class it is safer that way!!

  7. it’s a good kinda pain though right?! lol

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