I hate exercising. There I said it, whew I feel so much better now. This has been my dirty little secret for… well forever I have always hated it. Some people have a love hate relationship with exercise, I just have a hate/hate relationship with it, I hate it, it hates me, and yet somehow I manage to get through the day.
I always feel guilty that I hate exercising. I think it is the public health person in me that just feels bad that I don’t practice what I tell others to do. I always say I would rather be chubby than exercise, or that I think I would rather die than do it, but that isn’t true, and hey if I keep boycotting physical activity I may get my wish and be dead.
So I recently decided to remedy these feelings of guilt. The housing development where we live has a nice gym in the clubhouse. I drive by it every day, and every day I feel guilty, so I decided to put an end to it. It took 3 weeks but I finally dragged myself there. I went three days this week, and it wasn’t quite as bad as I thought it might be, granted as I run on the treadmill all I can do is count down the minutes until I am done with this torturous activity, but still the guilt is gone, and while I still loathe every minute of this activity I don’t dread driving by the clubhouse anymore so that’s a plus.
Let’s see if I can keep it up next week, I hit the double digits for miles (cumulative) so I think I might be able to keep going, when I hit 25 if I still hate it I might reevaluate, but hey my heart is doing better so yay I might live past 50!
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