I am the queen of starting exercise routines and letting them drop. I’ve taken up running a dozen times. I’ve tried a weight lifting routine that promised to give me Michelle Obama’s arms. I routinely start ab routines. For
months weeks a while back I even woke up daily to work out to Denise Austin’s TV show.
Inevitably I get bored with the routine. Or I get sick and get off track. Or one of the kids gets sick and stops sleeping and all of a sudden that extra 20 minutes in bed in the morning is no longer a luxury, but a necessity. I skip a day. Skip another. The dumbbells gather dust. I misplace my sports bra. One sneaker gets stuck behind the dryer, the other is hidden by a pile of shoes. And my muscles go back to their usual soft, toneless state.
Then, months, or sometimes years, later I get tired of being winded after running around the house after the kids. I get sick of having to suck in my gut tighter and tighter to pull on my favorite jeans. I start to avert my eyes from the mirror after getting out of the shower. So I start looking for some new form of exercise to help me get back into shape.
This month I’m trying something called The Dailey Method, a mix of yoga, pilates, and barre work that aims to strengthen the core, blah, blah, blah. The details don’t matter. What matters is that I paid for a month of unlimited classes and by golly I’m going to use up as many of those classes as physically possible.
I’m not in love with the classes. They don’t give me the same high that yoga used to give me. But they are tough and even after three days I’m starting to feel more toned and slightly more fit. Plus, the gym has a shower, which is the only reason I was able to fit it into my insane schedule.
So yes, even though I was barely able to roll over in bed last night, let alone lean down to grab a tissue from the box on the floor, even though every sneeze, sniffle, and cough sends my abs into agonizing spasms, and even though I am hating spending an hour watching myself huff and puff in the floor length mirror that covers an entire wall of the room we exercise in, I have gone every day this week so far and my goal is to go again every day possible until my unlimited plan runs out.
I’m pig headed that way.
I don’t doubt that something at some point this month will happen to make me rue my goal. I’m sure that some mornings I’m not going to want to jump out of bed, pull on my work out clothes, dress the kids, pack clothes for myself, prepare a breakfast I can take with me, hustle the kids to daycare, and go work out for an hour. But I’m hoping that I’ll have it in me to either push myself past that reluctance or at the very least get up the next day and try again.
And when my trial month is up I’m hoping that I’ll have it in me to move on to the next thing without taking a long hiatus.
My goal after this is to attempt Couch to 5k and maybe get back to going to yoga once a week. Because of all those exercise routines, classes, and everything else I’ve ever taken up on my quest for relative health and fitness, there’s no doubt that running and yoga have always been my favorite and most fulfilling ventures. They make me happy. Which is much more than I can say for Denise Austin, early morning ab crunches, or this latest fitness craze.