On a gloomy December afternoon, Michelle (@ragemichelle) and I crossed paths in the twitter stream. She was sick in the body. I was sick in the head. We were two peas in a pod and it was WONDERFUL to not be alone in our grumpiness! We swore. We mocked ourselves. We griped. And we giggled… a lot. I joined her rage on her What I Learned from Fox Muldar post where she confessed watching 30 or so X-File episodes and fretting about not working out. I related to her plight. Of course, she had an excuse; she was sick! Me? I’m too lazy to put on my shoes. I confessed being a reluctant exerciser.
Below is my comment on her raging post:
OK – Just to be clear. I have tricked a few into thinking that I’m optimistic and really love working out….
But, just for the record, The BEFORE SUCKS BAD! THE DURING SUCKS TOO! And most times, the AFTER is miserable!
I am NOT an natural exerciser – every single minute – before, during and after – requires some sort of alien given power that somehow gets me off my ass. On my own – I’m a couch potato. It’s just that simple. So the only thing I can attribute this new found exercise phase is some sort of alien abduction.
- I don’t get a runners high (which is why I don’t run).
- I’m terribly uncoordinated and never played sports.
- I’m prone to mortifying incidents (I fainted during rush hour at the gym in front of the smith machine).
- I have the energy of a napping cat.
- I don’t like ANY discomfort.
- I’m basically a sissy.
Which is why I have toys (medicine ball, jump rope, swiss ball, kettlebell, blah blah blah). They save me from my ADD crazy let me pretend that I’m tough. I use the toys to fake my cardio and tell myself I can do ANYTHING for a minute.
And that’s how I do my cardio babe…. 5 exercises – 1 minute at a time for each set – 3 sets – and BAM – I’m done in 20 😉
Our girl crush continues, and I’ll be forever grateful to her for making my day.
Has your social media tribe ever saved your bacon?
And if you liked this, you might like My Tripping Down the Fitness Path.