Wednesday, February 13, 2013
I don't mean physically, I mean in terms of fitness minutes. (Yikes that was a run-on.)
Anyway, every now and then, I check out other people's exercise minutes, and I am WOWED by women who go for three hours. Really, wow! They're like Sheras. Then I think back to when I started.
Eight months ago, I think I was doing 30 minutes three times a week. Now, 30 minutes or exercise are like a day off or the equivalent of a cup of coffee, when I wake up tired. Some days I do 45 minutes; other days I do 90 to 100. Some weeks I don't even take a day off. I'm doing good for me, and if I can sneak in that afternoon walk twice a week for 30 minutes, I'll be set. For now, but I gotta say, I am truly inspired by what others do.
Besides, every time I think about increasing my gym time, I think I'd rather spend time with my family. I have a little dude, and I haven't figured out how to exercise with him (except for killing bad guys when we pretend to be super heroes. i know. he has a wild imagination.) Part of the issues is that we have downstairs neighbors, and they probably don't dig our activity. But, this summer, he and I will be going to the park, a lot, and I am not above organizing tag games with other kids, so I get some more cardio and show the pamper master who's boss. Well, he's out of diapers now, but I'm still the boss.
Anyway, I'm procrastinating hopping on the bike, and it's getting late.