A:) Marraige. (Marriage)
B:) Exersize. (Exercise)
Ready for another question? (That's a question in and of itself, so here is the third and actual question.) Which scares me more? B.
I hate exercising. I hate running. I hate lifting weights. I hate being at the gym watching juicers spurt more pimples while they bench 275+ lbs while I am pushing 60 on the arm machine with my little twigs. I hate running on a treadmill with no apparent purpose or reason. (Side note: I know there is a reason - getting healthy, but it's hard to see that light at the end of the tunnel when you are lifting your feet like a guinea pig on a wheel in a cage.) I can't concentrate on music - I am constantly changing the songs every 15 seconds.
But since coming out to Kansas, and being consistently bored, since I can't find a job of any kind in the midwest, I've started exercising, both out of a need for some kind of entertainment and a 10 year desire to lose this ponderous belly I've acquired during my disdain for physical activity.
I could occasionally lift weights from time to time because I could see results. Even after one day, I felt stronger, and after a week, my girl was purring like a kitten at my newfound MUS-KULLS. Rowr.
But even after a day of walking and running, then 3, then five, there was still not even the smallest of changes to my midsection. But after about 7 days, there was a nudge. Maybe half an inch gone? I don't care. It's progress.
But this is what I've learned. It's SLOW progress. You can't lose weight overnight. And even if you accept that - it's not enough. I need to repeatedly pound it into my head. Case in point.
Sunday night, we went to Black Hoof Park and walked to the dam, then ran back. I killed it. It was the best I've ever worked myself, probably since high school football. (I wish I could go back and just go through training camp. Lose 20 pounds and get it over with in 2 1/2 weeks). I felt on top of the world. The next night though, we took it easy and went to a slowly building community across the street. Lots of hills. We weren't even running, and I felt like garbage. I was getting shin splints, cramps, my back hurt. I had to ask Ashley if we could cut it short. I was embarrassed. I was angry at myself for quitting.
But I need to keep reminding myself what a slow process this is. I start graduate school in January. That's going to be a slow process. I need to keep a 3.0 or better just to stay in. I need a 3.5+ or better to get into any doctoral schools. It's a LONG process. I could be in my mid-30s or early 40s before this leads to any fruition. But just like losing weight, I can do it, slowly but surely.
