"We've come a long long way together/Through the hard times and the good/I have to have to celebrate you baby/I have to praise you like I should" Fatboy Slim--"Praise You"
Well, I've finally drug my chubby butt to the unfinished basement to complete an hour's worth of workout. I worked out to one of the zillion "The Firm" DVDs (note: this is NOT a paid plug). There's no point to me joining a club...money's kinda tight these days. I simply dusted off the DVD cover (sighing at the thickness of said dust) and put it in the player.
During the warmup, I thought, Well, gee, this is totally do-able. I don't know why I didn't try to graduate from 10 minutes to 60 sooner. Really, I was just kind of babying myself, wasn't I?
And then...
Jesus, Mary and Joseph, this is getting hard!
My face turned cherry red and one point, and I was huffing and puffing like a steam engine traveling uphill in Fodor.
I'm not going to be able to finish!
And, yes, I did finish. I also felt like I had to be hauled by my chubby ass to the emergency room for a steady supply of oxygen. I felt drained, was slippery with sweat, and just flat-out nasty.
But hey, it's the first hourlong workout I've completed in a year.
Forget the fact that I felt like a moron because I didn't have the routine memorized, I dropped barbells from slippery fingers and practically tripped over my two feet. You can also forget the fact that I certainly couldn't do any of the advanced moves that some of the way-too-perfect chicks were doing...or the fact that I thought I'd pass out and collapse from climbing up two steps, one sitting on top of the next, a foot in the air total, with a barbell on one shoulder and an exercise stability pole in the other.
Because personally, I just want to bask in the goodness. And that's what you should do, too, when you finally face down that first workout in a long time...or ever. Did you finish the workout? Who cares if you were daggone ugly by the time you completed it...the question is, did you finish it? I DID! Do you feel, after the wave of exhaustion passes, the exhileration of the endorphin high kicking in? I DID! Yes, it's true, I'm still as bumpy and lumpy as I've been over the past few years.
But it's also true that this is one major step in the right direction of burning all that goo off and letting Slim Stacey out of the overglorified foam rubber layer that's currently obscuring her! So I'll give myself the praise that I so well deserve...and steel myself for facing down that DVD player tomorrow, and the million excuses that will flood my brain, begging and pleading for me to do anything other than suffer and sweat again. If you haven't joined me yet, now's the time! :)
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