Exercise is a Pain in the Ass

If this blog post were about muscle soreness that title would be awesome.  It's not though.  For me, finding TIME to exercise is a pain.  Then even when I make time it's hard to make myself do it because...well because I'd rather be doing fun stuff, or eating, or napping, or pretty much anything but making my body move for nothing but its own sake.  Now though, I promised myself I'd work out on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday for at least 20 minutes and also walk 20-30 minutes at lunchtime on each weekday.

The lunchtime walking isn't that hard.  I don't usually take any more time for lunch than it takes to get food and bring it to my desk, so having to take more time out for lunch is kind of a pain.  I feel like it looks bad if I'm not at my desk for long periods of time, so I have to tell myself that it's ok to be gone for 30 minutes at lunchtime and that it is expected that a normal person do that.  So I grab my cup and purse and go off walking around the buildings at my place of employment.  I grab the cup and purse because I'm too lazy to go back to my desk after the walk and before I get lunch!  We have a nice path around the buildings to walk around.  It slopes very gradually down and then around the back there's a significant hill to walk up.  There are usually people to watch and I can listen to my music or audio book so it's pretty nice.  I'm not looking forward to doing it in summer though.  After that I feel pretty good and lively, and I get my lunch and go back to my desk to work and eat.  I think the walk is helping me to stay much more alert in the afternoon.

Then at 5, or 6, or whenever I'm done working on MWF I head to the bathroom to change into gym clothes and then I'm off to the little gym at work.  I'm finding this pretty hard to make myself do!   It's evening and I'm tired and hungry and I wanna go home and rest and see my family!  Just today I was trying to talk myself into skipping just this once because I REALLY didn't feel like exercising.  Then the "good voice" in my head sternly said, "No, this is what you do now."  I dragged myself over to the bathroom and changed, got a drink of water and headed to the gym.  I got onto the elliptical and thought, "Those other people are probably thinking I made a New Year's resolution and I'll be gone by March, but I'll show them." (Isn't it lovely when everyone is mean to you in your head?)  I started going and forking hated it for about 5 minutes, and then it wasn't so bad.  I listened to my book and watched Castle on the TV and ogled Nathan Fillion for the next 15 minutes and I was done.  I felt less tired afterwards too.  It's not so bad really, it's just the looking forward to it that's hard.