It’s a move-a-thon people….move that ass, come on, you can do it. Self-motivation is the name of this game. If you are beginning an exercise program after years of living a sedentary lifestyle (like me) and are used to rewarding your couch potato behind with “Chips & Salsa” because you walked 10 steps to the fridge, this move-a-thon is for you! 

That’s exactly where I am right now. I am trying to move as much as I can, for instance, I sit at a desk in my office all day, but I have music playing all the time and one day I just got up and started dancing. No-one can see me, the door is closed and the music isn’t very loud. It was awesome! So I do it everyday, I just get up and start dancing when the music strikes me. I also have a set of resistance tubes that I use for strength training a couple times a week. I’m getting it together folks…

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Everything on my body hurts right now. I did part two of my exercise last night before I went to class (I started taking a graphic design class last night). I was good for 10 minutes on the treadmill which is great because I only expected to be able to do 2-5minutes. That was not the end of my workout, I drove to class and had to park far from the school, which in the grand scheme of things is a good thing. I parked, scarfed down my dinner ( a Wendy’s Chicken Caesar Salad (no croutons and I make my own dressing) and headed off to class.

First, I had to climb a hill to get to the first building only to find out that my class is “Up the Hill” in the other building. Needless to say I was virtually out of breath by the time I got to the 2nd building. My purse became a 15lb. weight, I almost left it on the sidewalk to fend for itself. I felt like Fred Flinstone working in the rock quarry. Once I got to the top of the steps of course I had to sit my ass down to catch my breath; all of a sudden I break out in a sweat like you wouldn’t believe.  Finally, I walk through the front door sweating like a sow on the run in eastern North Carolina in the middle of summer — where it is so damn hot, you can see the heat. It is not a “Dry Las Vegas Heat,”  which I’ve never quite understood; when I went to Vegas it was hot as hell and I was no more comfortable. I’m just an air conditioning kind of girl. In other words, I like the Fall.

Anyway, when I finally get my parking pass and reader card, I ask where my class is located and of course it’s on the 2nd floor which at this point seems like the 100th floor. As I wiped the sweat from my brow once again I asked is there an elevator? YES was the answer. Thank You God.

So, class lets out at 9:30pm, I walk to my car, stop at the local Walgreens and head home. Inside my front door and the first thing I see are stairs, my nemisis for the night. Up the steps I go; I fell into my bed. I couldn’t get comfortable, every position hurt and I had a difficult time falling asleep, but, I did.

Waking up the next morning I knew there would be some aching, but I couldn’t unbend stuff. The only things that didn’t hurt were my eyes, but I got up and started my day knowing that exercise would be on the to-do list. And I did, Yea Me!