If you read my first article you probably know all about why I hate working out. I still do. Just thinking about working out makes me want to cry. Unfortunately, I have run into a problem.
It's starting to get warmer outside and that means it's time to start thinking about that "summer bod" and how I can get it in the next few months. I'm going on vacation to the beach and I want to be looking and feeling my best. Not because I need to impress anyone- because I don't. (No one except myself anyways).
But in order to do that something has to change. I don't want to change what I eat too much because I've been eating decently healthy food (with some exceptions of course). So I started trying to do the thing I mentioned in my first article that I hate the most...working out.
More specifically, running. I went to the gym earlier this week and I wanted to run a mile. Sounds easy, and simple doesn't it? Well, it wasn't as easy as I hoped it would be. In high school being active seemed so easy. I remember running the mile in about 7 minutes, give or take. Now I'm not as active so being active is a lot of extra work.
As I mentioned I wanted to run a mile, and boy did I run that mile. I ran it without stopping, too. It was embarrassing because my body turned bright red. I could barely breathe the entire time. I did that thing where you just try to focus on your breathing instead of the pain. Didn't work. I tried to watch the TV that was on at the gym and focus on reading the subtitles. Didn't work. My head was bobbing too much.
At this point, I had convinced myself that this pain would go away with "mind over matter" thinking. Assuming the pain would go away if I ignored it and thought about something else. I started to focus on the distance feature on the treadmill and watched the number get closer and closer to 1.0 mile.
Once I hit that mark and hit that marvelous red stop button, I almost fell over I was so dizzy! I had to walk to the bathroom nearby so I could sit down and have the toilet nearby just in case I needed to throw up the BLT wrap that I decided to shove mac and cheese into. I wouldn't advise eating before working out again.
What sucks the most is that I'm going to have to keep doing it if I want to get back in shape for swimsuit season. I guess eventually I'll get used to the pain or actually get in shape, so that it's not so miserable. Let's see how long this lasts!