My wimpy workout: a slow mile.

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Tonight, a mile was the biggest thing my head could wrap itself around. I was tired. I had other things to do. The lure of watching tv or playing Tetris party was strong. Instead I went to the gym and walked a wimpy 8 laps. 

The thought process for each lap went like this:

  1. This is alright. Leisurely stroll in a circle. I got this. The rust will slowly fall off. 
  2. Wow. There are people in the pool doing real workout things. When I swam, I’d just doggy paddle and froggy kick. Hmm. The treadmill people are hardcore. Okay. I’m sore. This is dumb. I hurt and I’m only starting. I should stop and go home. Ice cream.
  3. I know way too many people here for me to be so red and sweaty from a leisurely stroll. 
  4. Maybe half a mile is okay. That’s still something. This will count. Kinda like washing part of the dishes. At least some are clean. 
  5. I should finish this mile. A mile is the unit for working out… not a lap. I don’t want to walk 5/8 of a mile. 
  6. ENDORPHIN RUSH.
  7. I wonder if I have time to play in the weight room today. Or I could try jogging a bit. NO. Slow and steady. Today is to nurture the need to come back here. 
  8. That went quicker than expected. Not too bad. Maybe I could come tomorrow for another one. 

 

About SaraBSutter

I serve as the pastor of United Presbyterian Church in Goldfield, Iowa. My husband Steve and I are excited to be in a friendly small town and look forward to the years ahead. In addition to nerdy church stuff, I love reading books, writing, good coffee, cats, and football.

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