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I recently decided I needed to get my backside in gear and get into shape again. I’m not sure what shape I could call myself right now: hexagon, trapezium, ellipse, sphere…
I feel like a rhombus. Not the shape, but the name has a certain flabby ring to it, don’t ya think?
And it just so happens that yesterday I received an email from EverythingMom.com with an article about 5 current fitness trends. I liked the look of one, the C25K plan (Couch to 5k) that promised to make a runner out of me.
I’m not a runner, let me make that perfectly clear. I know runners. They are my friends. But I don’t get the appeal. I admire my runner friends and have always envied their legs and glutes (when they don’t know I’m looking!), so I decided that I would follow the plan and try to make my glutes the envy of the neighborhood.
One site had a really handy place to download podcasts of music set to the timing of the plan. Unfortunately, as I set off to run this morning, I discovered that Week One didn’t download. Not to worry, I thought. Week 2 can’t possibly be that bad.
And since I’m a bit of a rhombus, I didn’t think it would be fair to subject people in my neighborhood to the sight of my jiggling, panting self on the first day. So I decided to run in my backyard.
We have a huge yard. Huge. And most of it is surrounded by honeysuckle vines that are at least 10 feet tall, so it’s like a big private park. Plenty of privacy. Only the dogs would be victimized by seeing me run, and they actually spent much of the time sleeping in a sunny corner. Lucky beasts.
I, however, ran.
Oh, did I mention that we also live on a hill and that our entire yard is sloped? So half the time I was running down hill (yea!) but the other half I was running up hill. Something tells me that hill-running isn’t necessarily in the C25K Week 1 or Week 2 plan.
The first couple of laps were not so bad. “I can do this,” I thought to myself. Then I hit the uphill portion of lap three. Suddenly I was afraid I was supposed to walk for a few minutes before running. I really didn’t remember if the planned intervals of walking and running started with walking OR running. Hmmm, as tired as I was, I was pretty sure I should have been walking to start things off nice and slow.
So I changed to walking. Just up the hill, of course.
But then the music changed and it was rather upbeat, too. I was really confused, because it didn’t sound more geared towards walking. Or running. Or anything other than exhuberent grave-digging because that’s what I felt like I was doing. So instead I kept going, walking and running as my labored breathing dictated. And since I felt like I was cheating the system (yes, one Day 1!), when I reached the top of the hill each lap, I threw in some pushups, tricep dips or lunges. OMG…now I hurt all over instead of just in my lower half. What what I thinking?!
I admit I didn’t run/walk the entire time I was supposed to. In fact, the podcast just finished as I was typing this. But I tried! And I think I need to go back and download Week 1 before I try again tomorrow. And I need to read the instructions again to figure out if I should start each session walking or running.
Tomorrow, I will start again. But on a flat surface of instead of the backyard.
Sorry, neighbors. I’ve warned you. Just turn and look away.
I’m in love.
And the shocking thing is, it’s a feeling that I haven’t had in years. I haven’t felt this way since before I met The Doc, back in my younger and carefree days. The time when I was less constrained and concerned with proper appearances. When I felt free enough to let loose and do things without a care for what anyone else thought.
Don’t get me wrong. I was still somewhat conservative and not one to play the field. I always had one steady love in my life and wasn’t the type of girl to casually dole out affection.
But I might need to change that. I find myself drawn to variety and wanting something…different.
And The Doc doesn’t know about any of this. Yet. I have to find a way to break it to him. To let him know that our current, conservative way of life isn’t quite as fulfilling as I was hoping it would be. To let him know that I’m yearning for something else.
Please help me figure out how to deal with this. I need help making a decision.
Which of these fabulously hippy-chic bags should I get?! I really want to get all of them. They are only $20 each. Quite a bargain, if you ask me.
They take me back to my pre-Doc days. He called my style “earthy” and I don’t think he meant it in a good way. Since we’ve been together, my style has morphed into a more tailored, conservative, respectable-wife-of-a-doctor version. I’m still artsy in some ways, and tend to use bold colors and geometric patterns to lend a creative twist to my wardrobe choices.
But I don’t have anything so…so…hippy-esque in my closet anymore. And I want it. I want it BADLY!
I think I might be able to convince The Doc to let me have one. For the carefree days of summer. Everyone needs something carefree for summer, right?
But which one?
I love the orange and blue together. Very striking.
But the earthiness and natural vibrancy of the green one is drawing me in.
Oh, but the third one, the one that’s blue and cream. It has teeny tiny little crystals sprinkled around the top inch or so of the pattern. Dreamy!
What do you think? Should I go for it? I think having a fling with one of these bags might add a little spark to our marriage. Should I take a little walk on the wild side (or at least the earthy-hippy-in-me side)?




