Friday, March 25, 2011

A Six Week Vacation

After traveling, fighting a very nasty virus, and all the craziness at work, I finally made it to the gym today. I went one time three weeks ago, only to decide the virus was not kicked enough for my lungs to be working that hard. Before that visit, it had been three weeks so I really haven’t exercised in six weeks.

I am amazed at how out of shape I can become, both mentally and physically, in a short six weeks.

The treadmill was very hard. It took all my willpower to not slow it down and verbal threats to finish strong. My eyes kept drifting to the emergency stop button. But, with the help of Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory, I made it through all 30 minutes.

I huffed and puffed my way into the empty class room to finish off my workout with five Sun Salutations and as many sit ups as possible. I kicked off my shoes and went straight into my Sun Salutations. I knew if I laid down for sit ups, I would be a goner, napping on the floor.

When I was done, my face was bright red and I was sweating like it was going out of style. That’s how my workouts went last May when I re-joined the gym after a couple year vacation. I really didn’t think that six weeks would feel the same as a few years.

The difference between last May and now is in my head. I knew I had to go to the gym today. Not only do I not like the way my jeans fit but I exhausted when I get home from work and by 8:30, I just want to go to bed. I also have noticed that I am short with the people in my house. They are only going to take it so long before they snap.

On days where I get my heart rate up because I exercised, not because someone at work made me mad, I have much more energy at night and I am able to be nicer to my family.

In the end, everyone benefits from me making time to exercise. Too bad my lungs don’t believe me!

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