No, really, I don’t. At heart, I’m a lazy girl who would like to sit on the couch with a book and a beer.
(Just for the record, running is not exercise. It’s a drug. A very addictive drug.)
I’m not a fan of the gym or going to classes or riding a bike for anything other than fun.
Oh, sure, I talk a good game. I talk about how I want to cross train. I talk about how zen yoga is. I write great reviews about the awesome class I attended. And I mean all it before AND after.
It’s the during I have a problem with. I’m the one mentally cursing the instructor. I’m the one hating on the “pain” (ok, really it’s just muscle burn). I’m the one peaking at the clock, willing it to go faster.
But you know what, I’m still there. I’m the one giving every little bit I can to that particular workout. My *body* doesn’t know that I’m not loving every minute of it. All my body knows is that it’s getting worked.
And that’s what matters. I run to be happy. I cross train to be healthy. And if my little non-liftable T-Rex arms are any indication, I take classes to get guns.
Gun show and core barre review coming soon to a blog near you.