So, I've been sick with this garbage since Thanksgiving, but thankfully, I'm on the mend. My doctors are happy with the results thus far, which is good. The bad news? I let my exercise slide during this time. Last week or so, I became so motivated that I slipped my gym shorts on! Oh, yeah! I was proud of myself. The day after that, I was so motivated by the fact that I'd slipped into my gym shorts the day before that I slipped on my gym shorts and actually exercised. I did a spot of cardio and a wee bit of strength training. Don't worry. I didn't go all out. I did a piddlin' ten miles at a very leisurely pace and some rowing and the like. Something like thirty miles per hour, so you can see I didn't jump into it. I feel it's important to gradually ease yourself into something of that nature after time off and especially if you're brand new! Anyway, on to my strength training. I like to use body weight exercises, but I really and truly hate push-ups. Don't ask me why. It's really not hard, but I just don't like it. I have, however, found a way around that little bit of hate. I simply recognize the fact that I hate the concept of a weak body more so than I hate push-ups. It's give and take, you see. If I give up on push-ups and every little bit of exercise that doesn't make me jump with joy (I wonder if jumping for joy counts, too? :-p ), I have to take a weak body and that's just not cool. I also add various exercises which I enjoy, such as using my resistance bands, crunches and standing abductions to keep things from being too icky. Oh, and I simply must confess that I heart hitting muscle fatigue. Okay. I'm going to stop rambling for a few. The Hooah of the story? I'm back!
