Showing posts with label Workout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Workout. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2009

Living the Life Aerobic


Alright, I'll admit it: I am sedentary. I know- it's shameful. And slightly pathetic. See, I have taken dance (real, hardcore, ballet-taught-by-professional-ballerinas dance) for sixteen years. SIXTEEN. Yes, that would make it since I was two. And yet, instead of being svelte and ballerina-y I am... well, the opposite. That's because I don't really do anything. I mean, dance is over. (Just like high school). I might pick up classes again in the fall, (doubtful), but during the summer? Yep, I'm pretty much just chilling in front of my computer.


Sad? yes. Irreversible? no. I'm starting school in the fall, (erm... in about a month, actually.) And do you know what my school has?
A gym.
Yes, that most dreaded of places that can't make a chair-potato like myself seem ridiculously out-of-place and have me begging for the internet in a matter of minutes. It's sterile, it's hot, it's full of hard-bodied people I just know are giggling at my inability to figure out a lat press.
It's also where I'll be spending an hour every day when school starts.
I know. I KNOW. Everyone says they will be in the gym once a day. It's right up there with cleaning out my closet and learning how to cook French cuisine on the stuff-i-should-do-that-will-never-get-done. But here's the thing:
I have to. I have to be there an hour a day. One hour every day in the place that makes me nervy just thinking about it. Why?
My roommate.
Yes, that most annoying of all college traditions. The roommate. Of course, my roommate is a total doll and I love her to death.
But she likes the gym.
And she's declared me her gym buddy.
And, okay, I think I may have agreed sometime that this is a great idea.
But I was clearly deranged at the time.
It doesn't matter, though, because I am now accountable. I promised. And I now have to venture into the treadmill-infested waters of the gym.
So you, dear readers, are now subject to my gym-adventures. Of course, don't expect them regularly because I am nothing if not flaky. But I will be there, I assure you.
A promise is a tricksome bitch.