I hate exercise.
I like the idea of exercise- cute little clothes, comfy shoes, working up a sweat, tight, flat abs. I like carrying around a yoga mat and saying, “Yeah, I practice yoga,” whether anyone asked me or not. I like standing in the fitness section at Wal-Mart, trying to decide what new workout video to get or if I need some wrist weights or hand weights. And did I mention the cute little workout clothes? I L.O.V.E workout clothes! When you wear workout clothes, people assume you’re going to workout or that you have already worked out and they respect you more. Or they’re jealous. Either way is fine with me.
But the actual act of exercising- I don’t like that. I have been known to spend twenty minutes getting ready to exercise- putting on cute clothes, finding a towel to wipe away the sweat, getting a cold glass of water ready to rehydrate my parched body- only to make it through less than ten minutes of a workout before getting bored. I regularly take cute workout clothes to school with the full intention of getting in the gym or going around the track a few times at the end of my day, only to lug the bag back to the car, unopened and sweat-free, whining to Dave, “I’m too tired.” I do envy those with the discipline to go to the gym or worse- RUN every day. We have lots of those people at our school. One girl in particular runs every day and she’s beautiful and it looks effortless and every time I see her sail by I think, “I could run.” But I never do because in my heart of hearts, I know I don’t actually like running. When people tell me they’re going to run, I use the old, “Why? Is someone chasing you?” line. Every time. And I really feel that way. I keep saying that I’m just waiting for an activity that I like then I’ll do it all the time. Even that isn’t true, though- because I really like rock climbing and I’ve only been twice.
I promise this, though- next (school) year that will change. I will rock climb at least twice a week, if not more. Dave and I bought a new Jillian Michaels’ DVD and, even though I haven’t been able to move for the past three days, I’m going to do it every day- before school, even. I’m going to go to the yoga and pilates classes after school and I’m going to learn to like exercise. I’m going to be healthier and have more energy and buy lots and lots of cute workout clothes!
Or I won’t… whatever.