It’s that time of year.
The cold, damp, dark evenings in Kansas City come early. And my spring/summer/fall routine of running with Gertie after work dies a slow death.
There is nothing more appealing on these chilly nights than my couch, a blanket, some pasta (with heavy cream somewhere in the sauce) and a glass of wine. Preferably after I swing by our work break room and snag a few of the ever abundant treats that magically appear at this time of year for my drive home.
But wait folks. This is not the year for a five-pound winter weight gain. I have a wedding dress to wear in February. And regardless, I’m not getting any younger. The weight doesn’t come off as easily as it once did. I don’t want to be a short lady with a big middle and skinny bird legs. (Because that is exactly what happens when I gain weight.)
Last month I started pushing myself to go to the gym (aka, my old apartment complex where Roomie still lives and I have gym privileges from the management) to run on the treadmill at least three times a week. On top of my regular Saturday or Sunday long run, that seemed pretty good.
I’m not going to lie. It’s a hard turn to make.
The couch, pasta and glass of wine call my name.
But once the rickety old treadmill rumbles its regular start-up regime, I’m always glad I kicked myself to get there.
Apparently it’s a new movement sweeping the blogosphere…or a few of us bloggers who want a fitness challenge.
So I said sure. I’m game.
And Monday evening, I found myself laying on a yoga mat in our office flailing my legs around, trying to hold my body in awkward poses and probably making a real mess of a respectable ab work out.
Gertie thought I was laying there for the sole purpose of getting licked on the face, mouth and nose. Not quite, sweet pea…
On Tuesday it hurt.
But I got through 9 minutes of a routine. There were some serious uggggghs as I let down my legs and felt my hamburger meat abs contract.
And tonight there will be round three. (After a treadmill run)
So bring on that wedding dress in February. Maybe, just maybe they’ll have to synch that corset just a little bit tighter come February.
Don’t worry – I won’t be posting before/during/after photos here. No one wants to see that… But I will keep you updated on my progress.