Have you been running? Maybe you've just run a marathon? Or you just love getting outside and running--just because? I'm envious of you.
Sure, I run, too.
At 5 am and in the dark.
But I haven't been keeping up with it. Or lifting weights. Or much of anything at all. And all this NOT working out is stressing me out. Because I feel guilty that I'm just not doing enough of....anything. I really feel like I should buy me some kettle bells But who am I kidding? I hate working out in my basement. I hate staring at the walls while I do the same thing over and over and over. I've said it before; I have a VERY short attention span. So the kettle bells idea, while good for someone else, for me is just an excuse to not work out some more, because I don't have any, and I'd have to go shopping for some instead of just working out, right?
These excuses weren't getting me anywhere I wanted to be.
So I took to my closet to think this one out. Hey, I have a big closet. It's perfect for thinking in. And as I hunkered down with a handful of forbidden ju jubes, it dawned on me. Whaaat? You don't hunker down in a closet with ju jubes for thinking? Don't judge me. It's perfectly normal in my house. My daughter says so. She consoled me after I ate the ju jubes, saying, "Don't worry mom, I've sat in your closet and eaten ju jubes, too." She has a lifetime history of hunkering down in closets. That's just her thing. And that IS where I hid the ju jubes that the orthodontist gave me. Isn't that where bad food belongs? In your bedroom closet behind the fancy shoes and sewing kit? Huh. Well, that's where I hide mine so if you ever want to rob me, the ju jubes are in the closet, ok? Funny thing is, I hate candy. Really, I do. So that's how much this new level of sloth was bothering me. Or how hungry I was when I entered the closet. You decide. Either way, the ju jubes are almost gone. Maybe I shouldn't think so hard when I'm hormonal. Don't worry. I don't actually like candy enough to want to buy any more. Sh!t happens. I shouldn't have them in my house, and yet can't work up the nerve to throw them out.
So I had to take matters into my own hands on the exercise issue and change something. This non-exercise state just wasn't working for me.
So I broke down and I called a running club. Yea, I did it. Excessive cardio-schmardio. I have to DO enough cardio before it can actually be called EXCESSIVE. I'm hoping the social atmosphere will get me hooked. I am a social creature, after all. The best part is that I get to bring my dog. That'll be fun until - squirrel! - No, seriously, the dogs are trained to run with me. We've done that plenty of times, maybe hundreds of times. Combined, the two dogs outweigh me, but they know better. My shepherd has pretty dysplastic hips, so anything over 5km is out of the question for her. She'll be pretty pissed to be left behind, though.
Know what's really sad? I've run so little over the summer that I'm struggling to do a continuous 5km run. I sound like a big ole' asthma attack. So I have to run with the "No One Gets Left Behind" crowd. Yea. Beginning Running 101 all over again. It's more than a little embarrassing. But anything is better than nothing, and we all have to start somewhere. So I'm starting HERE.
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I've run with the running group from Running Free a couple of times now--and yup, I'm hooked. On my second run, I explained to the instructor that I was working my way up to running with the 7-km group, so he said to me, "I'll let you set the pace, then" and without saying so, he turned my 5km beginner run into an almost 6km non-stop run because I wasn't complaining. So, yea, group running WORKS! There's something about having a group of witnesses that pushes you to go further and faster than you would on your own. So who knows? Maybe one day I will be a marathoner. But not this winter. I just want to get back to a place where I can call myself a runner without snickering, and without ju jubes. (Don't worry, I'm off them now).
What do you do to alleviate the boredom of exercising? Are you a social exerciser, or a loner? Let me know! I love comments.