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Productive Excercise...
May. 6th, 2009 03:15 pmI hate going to the gym and working out. I feel like I haven't done anything or accomplished anything with my day. I know it's good for me, but I would much rather be outside and doing something. And I did today! I mowed the lawn.
Now, I haven't mowed grass since I was a teenager living at home. And I probably stopped doing that around the time I was sixteen or seventeen. In my defense, we had a big yard, I hate hot weather and being the youngest kid in the family meant I got away with skipping out on a lot. Sorry about that, Ma.
I truly forgot how much work it was to mow the grass. We don't have a very big lot, but it was a lot bigger than I anticipated. When I started, I didn't think it was going to be that tough. But I hadn't even finished the front yard before I wanted to quit. And a few days ago, I would have quit.
It took me an hour, but I mowed that damn grass to perfection. By the end of it, I was sweating and disgusting and wanted to curl up and die, but dang-nabbot, we have a mowed yard. And I didn't leave it to one of the boys to do. Girl Power and all that rot.
Perhaps if I tackle exercise in this way from now on, it'll be more enjoyable. I can do something productive or enjoyable. Whether it's walking around the neighborhood while I'm talking to a friend or doing some hard core cleaning of the house, I think it's better for me to enjoy this journey.
Besides, everyone stares at me at the gym.
Now, I haven't mowed grass since I was a teenager living at home. And I probably stopped doing that around the time I was sixteen or seventeen. In my defense, we had a big yard, I hate hot weather and being the youngest kid in the family meant I got away with skipping out on a lot. Sorry about that, Ma.
I truly forgot how much work it was to mow the grass. We don't have a very big lot, but it was a lot bigger than I anticipated. When I started, I didn't think it was going to be that tough. But I hadn't even finished the front yard before I wanted to quit. And a few days ago, I would have quit.
It took me an hour, but I mowed that damn grass to perfection. By the end of it, I was sweating and disgusting and wanted to curl up and die, but dang-nabbot, we have a mowed yard. And I didn't leave it to one of the boys to do. Girl Power and all that rot.
Perhaps if I tackle exercise in this way from now on, it'll be more enjoyable. I can do something productive or enjoyable. Whether it's walking around the neighborhood while I'm talking to a friend or doing some hard core cleaning of the house, I think it's better for me to enjoy this journey.
