I have blogged about my fitness pursuits before, like last year when I was taking that darn belly dance class. And I really do need to make getting in shape a priority. I am super weak. (Can you use “super” and “weak” together?) It’s hard for me to do everything I need to do everyday without feeling completely physically wiped out.
So I feel like I need to let you know… I’ve been doing something about it. Regularly.
I don’t want to jinx it or ruin my ability to make fun of my husband, but I’ve been “running”. Like on the treadmill. On a regular basis. With an actual goal. Oh, it just feels wrong to admit this! How can I make fun of my husband for being a “runNERD” if I myself am regularly running? How can I whine about being tired and out of shape if I am actually getting into shape??
But wait, there’s more: for the last four weeks I have also gone to a Pilates class.
I know, I know! I’m sorry! I should have admitted all of this long ago. I shouldn’t have kept all of this from you. Please don’t judge me.
While I’m at it, I might as well tell you that I’m signed up to run a 5K. At Disney World.
What the hell?!
I blame my husband for this. Really it’s all his fault. Had he not signed up to run a marathon at Disney World, I never would have agreed to running a 5K. Like any 5K probably. And now, here I am, half way through my Couch-to-5K running plan. And, um, enjoying it. Not that it started with enjoyment by any means. It started with, “Why did I sign up for this stupid 5K… Grumble, grumble… Running is so stupid… Grumble, grumble… These crappy stupid headphones won’t stay in my freaking ears, I hate these headphones so much… What is wrong with my ears, anyway?… Grrr… Grumble. Grrr.”
But, you know, I got over it. But more importantly, I got better headphones. And I’ve realized that I run best to No Doubt. So I am set. Which may end up being a problem for my husband… he agreed to get me a BMW if I would run a half marathon. I’m sure he thought that was a pretty safe offer at the time.