Last night I started my new daily routine of…EXERCISING! I had been doing minor things here and there like that killer Brazilian butt workout everyone keeps talking about, and sure it’s made my legs take on some great shapes, but it’s not doing much for my midsection. Since I’ve gone up a few jean sizes, I thought to myself, “something’s got to change”, So I grabbed my trusty Galaxy 3 and YouTube’d some workout regimes.
I scrolled down the list and found quite a few exercises that didn’t look too bad to start out with. “10 Minute Standing Ab Workout” Ok, I can do this. I had my glass of cran-raspberry juice on stand by in case I got thirsty. It can’t be that bad. And I hit play. I started out just fine. 1 minute of core exercising and 1 minute of cardio. This feels great! By the second round of cardio, I was breathless. But I pushed on. 3rd round…wheezing. Literally wheezing! I used to play basketball? Every night? How could I not even get through 6 minutes of ab exercises? I had to stop and refill my cran-raspberry juice with a big tall glass of water. Ridiculous. I caught my breath and jumped right back into it. Round 4. Great, I’m having a heart attack. That was too bad, I was finishing this whether or not it killed me! Round 5. FINALLY. The core exercise was fine. Then cardio. SERIOUSLY? I managed to get through it, but I was inhaling and exhaling at a pretty severe rate. Will I have to use my inhaler after 10 minutes of exercise? I thought about how lame I’ve gotten. I threw myself on the couch and downed my newly filled glass of water. It was the most delicious water I have ever tasted.
I just couldn’t believe that nearly 10 years ago I used to do this every day. No. Not this. 1-2 hours worth of this. It took 1-2 hours for me to be out of breath and I enjoyed it. I used to love the burn I got from so much basketball. I used to eat, sleep, and breathe the sport. I miss it quite a bit. My dad and I were talking about it the other night and how much fun we used to have and all the memories we made. He was my coach up until I got to high school. I even played basketball on Saturday’s during the Saturday Morning program at JVS. When I couldn’t play anymore, I took up coaching and clock and score keeping. I just couldn’t get enough of it.
I probably couldn’t do one suicide now. Judging by my total failure at completing a 10 minute workout all the way through without stopping and the 3 glasses of liquids I had to consume just to feel like a living person again. It’s not going to put me out, I’m going to keep at it. I know you shouldn’t expect results immediately, but when most of your life you’ve been able to jump back in the game with no problems, and now you’re like a 90 year old woman trying to climb the stairs, it tends to beat you up.
Regardless, I can do this! I’ll post my results as I’ve been keeping a log of everything I do so that I can see when I’m improving. For some reason, that keeps me motivated to see that I’m making progress, even if it’s in small amounts.