So this was supposed to be a post about how I’ve started running and tonight I went for the third time (in 3 weeks). This was supposed to be a post complaining about how busy the gym is when I go, and how exhausting it is to fight traffic. This was supposed to be post contemplating whether it’s even worth it to go since all of the good feelings I got while exercising were erased immediately when dealing with all of the busy-ness that comes after. This was even supposed to be a post sharing the anecdote of me driving my husband’s car to the gym and, upon leaving, forgetting where I parked, remembering but thinking I remembered wrong because the car wouldn’t unlock when I pressed the button, walking around some more to try to find the *right* car, then realizing I was pushing the button on the key for the van and not the key for the car and I had actually remembered where I parked all along.
But I’m not going to post about any of that.
Instead this is going to be a post about how I need to find more time to get to the gym and on the treadmill. How I know it’s not as funny to do a “Couch to 5k” program as it is to do a belly dancing class, but it feels better. It’s going to be a post about how – if I can actually find the time to go – I may actually have found something to get me into shape and improve my overall health. And it’s especially going to be a post about how I have NO intention of becoming a marathoner like my husband, or even anything kind of in that category, but it would feel really nice to be able to run a 5k without feeling like my chest might explode.
It’s going to be that kind of post because after I got home from all of the busy-ness, I felt really good. I felt good enough to change my mind. And I never would have felt that good if I hadn’t gotten off my ass and gone to the gym tonight.