October 24, 2012
I’m not sure how that works, but anyway. After about 2-3months of deadlinedeadlinedeadlinedealine, guess what? I finished! Basks in the light at the end of the tunnel.
Go ahead, I don’t mind.
*ahem* anyway, during the deadlinedeadlinedeadline…you get the picture…I completely fell off the exercise wagon. I mean, I like to think walking from my computer to the bathroom is some exercise. To my computer and to the pantry? Check.
That’s what I thought.
My body had different ideas.
Picture me trotting myself into the gym this morning and after the warm up picture me bent over huffing like a 4pack-a-day smoker.
After. The. Warm. Up.
Granted, that’s a kick-butt warm up in that class, but dang it dude, I was nailing that class AND running a mile afterwards. I was killing it. Now I’m pretty sure the only thing I’m killing is myself.
Specifically my lungs. And my legs (omg, the kicks!) oh, and my arms. And chest. Okay, my whole body is like croaking over and dying.
I’m trying to imagine myself playing tennis in 98* heat like I was in full sun this past summer(plus running more miles afterwards!). *thinks really hard* yeah. No.
So it’s time to climb back on that horse for real, sit myself in that saddle and show my thighs who’s the boss. *points at self* That’s Right. This Girl.
Here’s the thing, I’m going to be 30 in about four months. I know, I know. 30! Keri! You’re still a baby! But it seems like yesterday I was 25. So I figure I’ll wake up tomorrow and I’ll be 35 inching on 40 and the less I keep my rear in shape now, the harder it’s going to be down the road.
So this is me, trying to beat age before it beats me. Anyone else got any plans for this sort of thing so you stay healthy as you age?