Whilst I was in Germany (don't worry, I will be updating on that soon), I did a lot of walking. And by "a lot", I mean, A LOT - everyday walking, crazy hiking, tours, stairs, etc (I figure it was somewhere in the ballpark of 2-3 miles per day). As a result of this walking, I was forced to buy a belt. My pants kept falling down! Let me tell you, I was excited. See, I'm not one of those people who obsesses about her weight. I don't think I'm fat. I am out of shape, but I don't feel like I'm overweight. I would like to be IN shape, but have always felt that homework and sleep were more important than that pursuit. Last summer, I re-joined Taekwondo, but again, homework and sleep got in the way. (plus, I blew out my knee and had to go to physical therapy). Anyway, back to Deutschland.
So, I had to buy a belt. I was pretty excited. Clearly, I was on my way to getting IN shape. When I got back to the states, I weighed myself, and I hadn't lost a SINGLE POUND. Not one. I choose to believe that I was changing fat to muscle. This is not self-denial. The belt, remember the belt!
So, I'm back home at my parents house. It's a Sunday - the 30th, I think. I'm standing in the kitchen and the following conversation takes place:
Dad "Did you do a lot of walking in Europe?"
Me: "Yeah, A LOT. Why?"
Dad: "You look like you've lost some weight."
Me: "Uh, yeah. Well, I slimmed down a lot. I had to buy a belt."
Dad: "Yeah. You were getting kind of robust there before you left."
Me: "...."
Mom: "PAUL!! You sound like your mother. Or MY mother!"
Me: "So, who's mom would you rather sound like, huh dad?"
So. yeah.
My sister has challenged the whole family to be able to run a 5K buy next July 4th. Needless to say, I have taken her up on this challenge. Partly because of the previous conversation, partly because I am mostly a 9 year old boy and I can't turn down a dare, and partly because I want to continue this trend of getting IN shape.
There's just one problem. I HATE running. And by "hate", I mean HATE, as in loathe, despise, revile, puke on. If my body could legitimately have some kind of rash from running, it would. Unfortunately, I do not have a legitimate excuse to NOT run. Asthma doesn't work, cuz several people in my family have that, and THEY'RE training. Also, did I mention not being able to turn down a dare?
So, I'm training for a 5K. Thank goodness I have a year. Thank goodness the training schedule is REALLY easy. I won't go into it now, but let's just say this: any training schedule that lets you start out only running 1 minute at a time is WONDERFUL.
BAD KNEES!!! Remember the hereditary BAD KNEES!! Shh, don’t tell anyone, but that’s the one I’m going to use!!
ReplyDeleteI too hate running, but whether I actually make it or not, I AM going to look DAMN fine in the outfit. HMMM, maybe we should make it a fashion show… wonder what the exercise schedule would be for that?
Anyway, keep at it RLA!!!
Actually, the hereditary BAD KNEES can be taken care of with some well spent cash on GOOD SHOES. So don't go trying that stuff just cuz you think you'd rather sit around and keep the flies off the macaroni salad. Maybe I SHOULD up that to a Double Dog Dare...:)
ReplyDeleteWow, Susan, I wish you'd shared that tip with me a year ago! I could have saved a lot of money on the physical therapy for my knees!
ReplyDeleteJacq, as far as the "robust" comment goes, I don't think it was that much of an insult! According to Dick Shinnery, "robust" means:
a) having or exhibiting strength or vigorous health, b) having or showing vigor, strength, or firmness, c) strongly formed or constructed.
That all sounds pretty good to me. I mean, if someone were to mention--or even imply--the word "firm" in reference to my physique, I'd be forced to cover them with slobbery kisses. Just sayin'! :)