Are You Sure I Can't Take the Couch With Me?

For months, I’ve been saying I’m going to get back into the habit of going to the gym. I’ve been looking at my jiggly thighs and flabby arms and thinking, “damn, I  really need to do something about that.”

The weight loss efforts (now that they’re actually happening) are helping, but no amount of point counting and calorie watching is going to firm up those triceps or rid me of my cellulite.

Nope, to make that happen, I’m going to actually have to move my butt. Away from the couch (and preferably in the direction of the gym).

I’ve started a few times, but something always comes up. A sickness. Or a deadline. Or a convenient snowstorm. Or a good TV show. You know. Stuff.

So I just went and signed up for a 5K (sorry, mom).

Now, I have bad knees. Make that horrendous knees. Running is probably the very last activity I should be engaging in. But you know what? I love running. I’m not very good at it (in fact, I suck rather badly), but there’s nothing quite like the feeling of freedom that sets in about halfway through (in between the I-really-don’t-want-to-do-this and the oh-my-god-is-it-over-yet phase).

So I’m going to try again. I’m going to get through that whole dang Couch to 5K app that I downloaded for my iPod if it kills me (and it might). I know I can do it – especially since I just told you guys I’m going to.

So, on  Saturday, May 1, you’ll be able to find me at the starting line of the Coach Hep  Cancer Challenge.

And if I don’t make it? Well, then, I just made a $35 donation to a good cause. That’s not so bad, is it?

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