A heat advisory is a good reason not to exercise. Well, exercise outside anyway. The way Summer 2012 has gone, it would be easy to never exercise. Which is sorta what I have done.
Normally, I retire the treadmill and elliptical in the spring to be outside as much as possible. This year, the pig farmer retired the elliptical early for me. One morning when I stepped out of the shower, I heard a horrible noise. I thought maybe a jet was having to use the road in front of our house for an emergency landing strip. I stepped into the family room and realized the offending noise was my husband, pounding away on the protesting elliptical. I yelled, “Get off of there!” He removed his iPod ear plugs and said, “What?” He is a dandy, this pig farmer. I asked his Mom once what he was like as a child. She said she sent him outside a lot. Anyway, the entire casing around the elliptical’s working parts was busted. Non-usable and beyond repair.
I used that as an excuse to slack. I prefer to take turns between the treadmill and elliptical. It helps with my short-attention span. Luckily, spring came early and I could get outside. Pig farmer and I kept our Sunday night date of walking the Dacey Trails and enjoying beautiful Lake Shelbyville. I was busy working outside, but not always “exercising.” Cardio, heart rate and all that jazz. I did have some sore muscles, though.
I vowed that after our fair was over and the livestock numbers and chores were reduced I would renew my
love commitment to exercise. It helps my mood and it helps with the ridiculous amount of sweets I consume.
Maybe blogging about it occasionally will help me stay accountable? I walked early yesterday morning. I only got up early enough to walk 25 minutes, but that was better than nothing. Right? I booked my sister to work out with me on my workplace’s fitness equipment … and I only briefly considered ditching the session for a workout at the Mexican restaurant. I have booked a friend for a walk on the night of the full moon, August 2nd.
Next, I will dangle a Snickers off the bill of a cap I’m wearing.