Archive for June 2nd, 2009
Thanks, John Mayer, my secret-smart boyfriend, for that title.
Today I laced up and ran another 20 minutes without much hatred toward mankind and the Hostess Co. I’ve got my mile time under 20 minutes (don’t laugh). I think I’m milin’ at about 18:54 or something equally embarassing, but the important thing is that I actually convince my body that the pain is worth it.
It was an every-two-days gig but with the pending class reunion, the M-W-F schedule’s been invoked. I can do this for a month.
While I sat in the school office lacing up my Asics, the assistant principal came in.
“Where you going? Aerobics?” she asked.
I practically fell off my chair laughing. The only thing funnier to me than getting this body into jogging mode is willingly flinging it about a room with other slender, svelte women in leotards and leg warmers.
“Jogging. Gotta lose a little weight.”
A dreamy, misty look settled over her features. “Oh, wow. I love jogging. I never feel better than when I’m out for a run. But with two kids, I never have time. I love jogging.”
“Me…”
WHAT? I almost said, “Me, too?!” I “love” jogging as much as I “love” having my teeth drilled without novacaine. (Yes, it’s happened, no, it wasn’t pleasant. That may have been the only time I can truly say I wish I had been jogging instead of lying in a chair).
I snapped my loose lips closed. “Not me. Hate it. But I know it works.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I lost about 40 pounds years ago by jogging and lifting weights. I figure since I’m almost 40, it’s time to lose this butt I inherited from my mother’s side, once and for all.”
She cracked up and got a call on her walkie to help out at bus duty, leaving me relieved. For a moment, I was afraid my almost-faux-pas would lead her to ask where I jog, and to offer to come jog with me. (Unlike many people, I get along well with my administration). In addition to not sharing donuts, I also do not share exercise time. No one in my life will ever hear me gasping and sucking wind. Talk about humiliation.
The weird thing is…that jogging is making me feel better. I don’t know if it’s mental (I mean, I’m mental) but I’m growing more conscious of what I’m eating and making better choices. If the truth be told, I didn’t eat a donut last week.
Worry not, I will fall off the wagon again sometime. Probably soon, with the impending end of the year. Donuts or margaritas will be my undoing. Be here for the fun!