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Many of you already know this, but I hate exercising.  Yes, I know hate is a strong word, that’s why I chose it. I truly hate purposeful exercising.  Previously this has not been a problem, but more recently I met Thomas (my fiancé and a self proclaimed fitness-junkie) who is more than a little put off by my lack of physical activity.

Truth be told, I am not opposed to all kinds of physical activity – I happen to love snowboarding, surfing and dancing to name a few.  I just hate methodical stale workouts in gyms.  Ick…just not my thing.  That being said, I rarely admit to having exercised because I consider formal, purposeful exercise to take place in a gym or if you are being purposefully active outdoors.  It is because of how I define this that I proudly say I haven’t worked out in years.  Yes, years.

(You know this is a staged picture because really, who rock climbs in jeans and fashion sunglasses?)

However there have been 2 exceptions to this.  The first was 2 years ago when I went to Colorado with the Pseudo-fam.  The Mrs. gave me the afternoon off and I had nothing to do.  Literally. Nothing. So I put on some workout pants (because even though I don’t work out I DO own the clothes, and frequently dress as though I am an avid work-outer-er. But I’m not. I’m a fake) and I headed to the gym.  I got on the elliptical and lasted about 15 minutes.  But, I got bored with it and found my way into a dance studio of sorts (I’m guessing this is where they hold the yoga sessions) and began making up dance moves to the songs on my iPod.  It was all fun and games until I had some people come in the room. Then I got all bashful and pretended to just be stretching.  Eventually I gave up on the charade and went back to the room.

The other time I purposefully exercised was this past week. I met up with one of my besties (Amber) to go walking with her before we went to a prayer meeting at church.  Perhaps I should rephrase that. She walked, I jogged (only to keep up with her, of course).  Eventually she slowed her pace enough that I was able to keep up without having to run.  We did this routine for about 20 minutes – and I was super proud of myself.  Not because I was getting fit, or taking care of my heart, but so I could call Thomas later and tell him all about it.

I called him that night after the meeting.  “Babe, guess what?”

“What?”

“I exercised tonight! On PURPOSE.”

“Haha ha – like you could exercise on accident.”

“No, really, you can. I’ve done that before.”

“What, like you mean when you have to go up the stairs? You consider that accidental exercise?”

“Exactly! Or like when I have to carry in heavy things from the car, or when I have to run to catch a rolling ball…those are all cases of accidental exercise. But tonight was different. I MEANT to walk fast and I had no other reason except that I was trying to be active! Aren’t you SO proud of me?”

“Yes, sweetheart, I am proud of you.”

“Good, because I’m done exercising for the year. I’ve averaged about one workout a year, and that was my one – now I’m done and I don’t have to feel guilty.”

Saturday, October 10th, 2009, 3:23 pm   |   life experiences  |  RSS feed Pinging is disabled. But you can skip to the end and leave a response.