So I went on a walk today in my quest to get back into shape. (And by “in shape” I simply mean able to do a simple hike at Yosemite without panting and having my lungs feel like knives are ripping into them. …) Sheesh. …
Plus, I need to lose weight, and I know exercise is a huge factor I always ignore.
So the quest was on. I decided to start by carving out a simple hour on the weekend. When I was younger (and more spontaneous and less picky), I think I used to be able to just “go on a walk” without much difficulty. But now … holy cow … now the moon needs to align with Saturn for things to be “just right” for exercise.
First, I couldn’t find my old running shoes. Well, I couldn’t find ONE shoe (which is really the same thing, right?). One was right there in my closet, but the other was nowhere. I remembered that my daughter borrowed them once for P.E. early this year, and I tried to picture where she might fling them when finished. I looked under the bed, in the depths of the closet, under the nightstands, in her room, in her bathroom. Argh. Plan thwarted. Back to bed.
The next week, I had found the shoe (it was under my armoire, by the way), but when I went to get ready, I realized I didn’t have any socks. I tried to hobble together some combination of my daughter’s socks (which are quite huge) and my husband’s (which, as we’ve discussed here, are BLACK), but I couldn’t bring myself to go out into public like that. Plan thwarted. Back to bed.
The week after that, I had my new pack of socks from Target and both tennis shoes, but when I started to pull on my exercise clothes, I realized I couldn’t find a sports bra. I rummaged around the back of the closet and … viola! I found it! It was buried under some old free weights I had in there, along with an old plastic step from the late ‘90s. (I’m surprised there wasn’t a headband, there, too, to hold back my perm …) Okay. Plan still entact. I went downstairs to get my iPod, which was recently loaded up with new songs, but … batteries dead. Wow. No music? (Who can walk to no music???) Plan thwarted. Back to bed.
THIS weekend, I thought all the planets were aligned: tennis shoes found; socks purchased; sports bra unearthed; iPod loaded (and charged). I even had some yoga pants and a T-shirt set aside. I realized one of my teens “borrowed” my earbuds, so had to tear apart a few junk drawers to find them this morning, but I did.
Plan entact??? Really??? I can go??? I was stunned. (In the back of my mind: NO MORE EXCUSES? You mean I actually have to do this thing?)
I went on my walk. I have to admit, despite all my conscious and subconscious sabotage, it was great. I’m still woefully out of shape and could only do a third of what I used to do, but it was nice. The birds were singing. It was warm, but not too warm. My fave part is that it smelled great – there’s jasmine all over the place, and it’s warming up so you can smell all kinds of California sage and other wild stuff in people’s yards. I love that part. My music was fun: Shuffled to two Jack Johnson songs, UB40, and an old Rod Stewart I hadn’t heard in a zillion years.
Overall, it was a great experience. (I kept thinking, sheesh, why don’t I do this every day…?) I kept looking at how beautiful everything was, how great I felt, how lucky I am to have healthy legs and a healthy-enough body to do such things. And I vowed to keep doing it. …
Of course, I’m only on Day 1.
We’ll see how long I last.
How about you? Have you tried to get back into an exercise routine after YEARS of being out of one? How do you make time with the kids and work and regular life in the way? (Do you have as many excuses as I have?)