Ah, yes, another Day of Truth Post. Today’s prompt: — Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Adonis would laugh out loud if he read this but I tell you the truth, I cannot live without exercise. He’s laughing because he’s seen me without it and it is not a life. It is sad.
As a child, if I wasn’t walking somewhere, I was riding my bike. At that age, the ability to get out and go somewhere was a tasty freedom. Delicious in its variety, tempting in its very existence. It wasn’t long before I discovered how wonderful it was to just get out and ride. Having no destination in mind, the cruising around town and out to the lake and through the neighborhoods I would never live in, was pure pleasure.
In high school, I joined the track team. I really didn’t know what I was expecting, certainly not the joy of running hills. But that is exactly what I found. I loved the blissful exhaustion of a good workout. The sweaty release of all the angsty teenager stuff that pestered me throughout the school day was my savior.
In college the addiction to exercise persisted. I ran out the heartache from a breakup. I swam away the loneliness of having few friends in a strange place. Don’t even get me started on the eye candy at the gym while I worked my pecs, delts and abs.
Yoga took more than a few tries to stick but eventually took hold of me and made me its bitch.
I took spin classes until my 8th month while pregnant with Maddy.
And then the exercise stopped. And it wasn’t pretty.
I’ve come to my senses and will find the most distant parking spot, will walk to the store at every opportunity and use Maddy’s swim lessons as an opportunity to brush up on my aquasizing skills.
Exercise, you are my consummate lover, may we never again part.
I cannot say I love the gym. Not even checking out all the hard and semi-hard asses of the ladies in ass-o-motion is worth all the pain. My montra is No Pain – Good!
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I wish I oculd say that I love exercise, although when I was in the military I did grow fond of it. I need to exercise though, that would be a good start!
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yay! someone else that was crazy like me working out that far into their pregnancy! i worked out until i was about nine months…when is when my feet swelled so much i couldn’t squeeze them into sneakers anymore.
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I admire you…I always took pregnancy as a divine excuse NOT to move more than necessary. My addictions are much less healthy: chocolate, wine, venti mochas.
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Don’t want to run, unless being chased – working out … ugh!
Left you a gift on my blog today btw
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My ex-wife started running some 15 years ago. It started with a mile here and a mile there, whenever she could fit it in.
Pretty soon she’d up the ante and was doing five miles every evening, Monday to Sunday.
As she got quicker, she upped the ante yet again to ten miles and shortly after to twenty. Then the started to wonder exactly how far she could run without collapsing in a sweat-soaked heap.
Eventually she was running 10 and 26 on alternate days, every day of every week. If she didn’t run, we’d fight! If we didn’t fight, it was because she was still running.
All this took just over two years to accomplish then we were on the slippery slope with no brakes.
It became and addiction to her.
Exercise in moderation is good, exercise as an obsession is going to ruin your relationship … unless your other half is just as obsessed. Then it’s just a case of who wins.
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I wish I liked exercise, but sadly, and obviously if you’ve seen me naked, I do not.
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i hate exercise. but i love the way i feel after it happens. this is quite a dilemma, as you can imagine.
i also have this problem: i am woefully accident-prone, and i often injure myself exercising. i gave myself a pinched nerve in my lower back during a yoga class. i roll my ankles walking down the street, much less running, etc. i was OK on elliptical machines, but it’s next to impossible to find a time when they’re not full and slammed at my gym. sigh. the universe is conspiring against me and my thighs.
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Wow, you made me feel like a lazy ass. Thanks for that.
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I wish I could say the same – I go through peaks & valleys with exercise. I always, always feel better as I work out, when I work out, after I work out, and I find that I can push myself to levels that I never thought possible. But, I’ll admit that it’s too easy to just sleep in, and if I don’t get the heart rate pumping first thing in the morning, it just doesn’t happen. I’m trying a very different approach, keeping at least one significant event in sight, with a MORE significant “stretch” event on the horizon. Today, it’s the Gettysburg marathon on May 1, and then the Lake Placid Iron Man in late summer 2012…which means that I may have a 70.3 sometime this year, and I’m nowhere in good enough shape for that right now.
Spinning until the 8th month? Craziness.
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I know some people who are like you. Craig is one of them.
I think people are just wired different ways, and some people NEED exercise to be happy.
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