Love & Exercise!

So I used to use the excuse of not wanting to travel to a gym as reason for not being consistent with exercising. Even I believed it until I couldn't explain why I had only been to the fitness center downstairs in my building ONE whole time since I moved here in August. I know, shame on me. Well, the last few months my body has been begging for me to do something. There's no reason I should be getting winded from walking up stairs or up the hill to campus. Ridiculous! I know.

So, I discovered that I needed to transform my relationship with working out, and in turn revitalize my relationship with consistency and integrity. This week I committed to my classmate that I would do some form of exercise at least three days a week. I started today, and, you know, it wasn't half bad. I put on an age-old jogging suit, laced up some bright orange sneakers I found in the closet (hey, I don't have much of an exercise wardrobe. I had to use what I got. Don't judge me!) and I commenced my first workout.

With a little ipod diversion, I got through a 45 minute cardio session, and I actually liked it. It was't the torture that I anticipated. So, here's to the beginning of our courtship. I think I'll actually ask the elliptical to have me on a second date this Friday. I'll let you know how our romance progresses.