I don’t know why but exercising is always so difficult. It sort of reminds me of grocery shopping. I dread going and conjure up a dozen excuses not to go. Once I finally get there, I actually enjoy myself only to find I am dreading going again the next time.
Exercise is important. I know I feel better when I run, do aerobic step, ride my bike, or use the elliptical trainer. I have a great set up in my basement. I don’t even have to go to a gym. And yet, here I sit composing on my laptop, drinking a cup of coffee, and scheming about why I should not don my yoga pants and plunge down to my basement for a half hour of heart saving activities.
My students would be ashamed of me if they only knew that the teacher who constantly talks about how important it is to exercise your heart and make the muscle stronger is a slacker who would rather sit on the couch and compose while taking in another cup of caffeine.
Well, I would love to keep telling you about my shameful ways just a bit longer but my guilt overwhelms me and I am now ready to take responsibility for my body and plunge into the deep dark dungeon for a run. Yes, I said a run. During the winter when the snow banks are high and the wind howls I run with my Wii along the Golden Gate listening to the birds chirp, following other runners who probably procrastinate just like me.