so, remember way back in February when I had this crazy idea that I was going to make the gym my bitch? remember, I was all, yes, I DO have a habit of getting excited about the gym, going for a little bit, and then quitting, but this time WILL BE DIFFERENT?
and you all secretly laughed at me?
Well, two months later and I’m pleased to report that I haven’t quit yet. sure, I find some of the weight machines a fucking pain in the ass tedious , and I go through the motions of most of them just to get through them, with the exception of the thigh machines and the ab machine, just to get my ass on the treadmill. because, god, I LOVE it. when i first got on, I was running (I’m using the term loosely here, people) while watching Family Ties, and I’d run for, um, about 2.5 minutes and then go back to walking. I stopped watching TV, starting cranking the music, and now I can make it an entire half an hour only stopping once or twice for about 30 seconds at a time.
and then I did something I’d NEVER in my entire life thought I would ever do. I let my sister convince me to run the Thanksgiving day Atlanta half marathon.
you can feel free to pick your jaw up off the floor now.
so, then, yesterday, I had this crazy idea that since I am going to have to, you know, at some point actually get off the treadmill and run outside, yesterday was going to be the day.
2.2 miles. outside.
I know it doesn’t sound like much, especially considering that the half marathon is, what, 13.1? but consider how far I’ve come from my Family Ties Watching days…
and please don’t judge me that my favorite song, well, second to the Rocky training montage, to run to is “We Rock” from…OH THE SHAME…Camp Rock. it was on the playlist I put on my ipod for carpool and when I had the damn thing on shuffle this song came up and I was in a good groove and didn’t change it and kept it on and it was good. and then I put it back on again and I can’t believe I (the self-proclaimed music snob) am telling you this information that may come back to haunt me for the rest of my life…
FINE. judge me. i totally deserve it.
judge me. and then help me. What does a person who ONLY listens to fairly angsty indie rock RUN to? I mean, sure, Neutral Milk Hotel is fine for weight machines and the elliptical, but for running?
Metalia and Kristin and my friend Tamara have ever-so-generously offered up their workout playlists because they secretly know that Demi Levato and the Jonas Brothers are just one step away from listening to, GASP, Miley Cyrus
also…I have some other questions…
SHORTS.
I don’t know that I could put off shortshorts. my inherited-from-my-mother-and-my-grandmother short-girl Jewish PULKEE thighs have no business being in the face of other runners. no one wants to see that. so, what to wear?
because if you don’t help, I may end up wearing this…
but, hey, at least then you wouldn’t be making fun of my music choices…
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