I really hate exercise, not just a little, but a whole lot.
There is NOTHING I would rather be doing than lying on my bed, drinking a large glass of wine, eating a bag of Chuckles and reading my book. NOTHING!
At school I was sporty. It was because I enjoyed the sport or the achievement, not because I enjoyed being active.
I enjoyed high jump, long jump and a lot of other athletic things that involved running and jumping. Some I was good at, some not so much, but I was happy to do it. I sort of fell over hurdles, but I did it anyway. I played badminton and, tennis (not well). I even played cricket (I really did). I really loved netball – I really loved netball like a lot!
It is actually a great sport for tall girls with a bit of aggression, especially if you like to wear shorts under your skirts.
I pretty much had a sport activity each day after school, and most Saturday. I was not even the sporty one in my family – I was considered the brainy one.
My brother Bruce was super sporty. He played every possible sport there was. If it had a ball, if it did not have a balll, what ever he had a go at it, and was generally really good.
Any the way, back to me.
I have always been a tall thin girl – yes, I know how jealous you are. But if it makes you feel any better, I USED to be a tall thin girl. Now I am a tall, not-so-thin girl. Karma has a great way of coming back, to just give you a kick in the pants to level out the playing field doesn’t it?
My stomach appears to have got a bit more wobbly that it really needs to be. And my thighs make that sound that your thighs make, when you are wearing corduroys – even when I am not wearing corduroys.
I am not likely to give up my chenin-blanc-and-chuckles diet, so I have had to make the very sad realization that I am going to need to exercise.
I did do a bit of Adventure Boot Camp, and for all my bitching and moaning I did, I will confess that it is probably the best work-out/exercise routine I have ever done.
If you have an hour in your day, and just want to put your head down and have someone beat you with a stick until you weep, then it is the place to go. It really is a great way to get a workout if time is short and builds up your fitness level.
So I did that. Though I did not lose much weight, it was not ABC’s fault. I would need to lay that at the door of my chenin-blanc-and-chuckles diet.
But none the less, just doing ABC I recalled how much I have always wanted to run.
I have never run – and I have always convinced myself that I cannot run.
Long story, but the short of it is, that every step when I ran was excruciating, and I figured how much could I be doing wrong short of putting one foot in front of the other?
If it is painful, then odds are your body is telling you that you should not be doing it, well that is what I figured at any rate.
Went to a podiatrist, and he also told me that “not everyone is designed to run” which I took to be a clear message that I should not run.
Back to the present day.
A lot of ABC’s work out is running – it is great cardio and it really takes your work out to a whole new level.
So though you are not running for miles and miles, you are doing push-ups, then running around a field, then doing jumping jacks and then running around a field. So there is no rest between the weight work outs, you are permanently gasping for breath, and hoping you will just die and then it will all be over.
While doing the running at ABC I realized I was actually running.
Granted, not terribly fast, and I did sound like I was suffering from emphysema, but I was still running and my feet/ankles/knees did not feel like they were coming apart at the joints.
I spoke to ABC coach, and she recommended a running guy, as I said I wanted to learn to run, and felt a bit of one-on-one is what I needed to gain confidence.
I worked with running guy for a month.
First session – we walked for 20 minutes, then we ran for 3 minutes. I seriously nearly threw up on the sidewalk. Not the polite vomit, but the one where you are leaning over and vomitting so much you are just dry heaving and your eyes are watering – that kind of throwing up.
I then spent the next 37 minutes trying to get my breath back.
I figured he would call the next day, and suggest we stop at session one, as I clearly had shown that I could not run.
He didn’t call.
We did session two, and he said to me in response to my question of “have you ever met anyone you could not teach to run?” and he said “I have met many people who think they can’t run, but I have NEVER met anyone who can’t run.”
The dude was a legend.
We did three sessions a week, and though he never beat me with a stick, he knew what he had to do to get me do push myself. He never asked me to do more than I thought I could do.
In a month he had me running two x 20 minute sessions in an hour. I would have been less amazed if he had turned water into wine!
I am not running really fast, but I am running, and that for me is HUGE.
I can also hold a basic conversation and run. I am not gasping and wheezing – it is all quite fabulous (if you are into that sort of thing.)
So at the moment, my mate Alice and I are setting our alarms for 5am three times a week. We both wish/pray that the other will sms to cancel.
The alarm goes off at 5am, we get our clothes on, attempt to brush our teeth, then I drive to her house and we both schlep out at 5:30am for an hour of running/walking.
We walk for 20 minutes to warm up. Then we start running.
This morning we ran for 20 minutes – and we both felt like Rocky who ran up the step of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. I really would love to say that there is a monumental soundtrack in my brain at the time, but in reality all that is going though my head is “motherf*cker.”
After our 20 minute run/stumble/crawl, we walk for 10 minutes, then we do a 5 minute run-as-fast-as-you-can-without-throwing-up-on-the-sidewalk, and then we end with a 5 minute limp home.
I really really hate exercise, but for an hour two or three times a week, Alice and I go out and run, and we feel like super-heros when we are finished.
It is pretty heady stuff, we are like the kings of the world there!
<We have also committed to do a half-marathon soon, so we are all ambitious and stuff.>
<sidebar: the title of the post makes reference to a scene from the Simpsons where Lisa Simpson acted out a scene from Rocky>