Leca, Unplugged

It's January and in keeping with the annual tradition of improving myself, I decided to get a little exercise.

DAY 1:

I squeeze into my workout clothes and head down stairs to do a little stretching. The dog starts a war with my socks and takes off with one of them. I track down the lone sock and go dust off my aerobic DVD. As the DVD is coming up I remember that this work out requires hand weights. I pause the DVD and look for my equipment. Twenty seven minutes later, weights in hand, I am ready to proceed. Five minutes into the workout I question myself. Ten minutes in I start thinking of reasons to quit. Fifteen minutes in the dog is sitting on my stomach while I am trying to do ab crunches. At twenty minutes the phone rings and I am released from my personal hell. Not exactly what I hoped for but workout was completed.

Day 2:

I decide to take the dog for a long walk. I bundle up, find my cell phone, grab the ipod, coat up the dog and we're out the door. We make it to the end of the driveway and we pause. I swear my dog is staring at me like I'm a looney. It's freezing and my face is starting to burn. We turn into the wind and we make it about a quarter of a mile. I turn around and properly freeze the other side of my body, just to even things out. I see the end of my driveway and the dog is actually tugging me towards home for once in his wee little life. We burst through the door in a blurry of cold about nine minutes after we left. Work out kinda completed.

Day 3:

I buy new work out clothes to make me want to exercise. I buy a new DVD, a pretty new mat, some new weights and now I am surely ready to conquer my goal... tomorrow.

Day 4:

I am all geared up and ready to kick some butt. My sister calls and invites me to breakfast...

Day 5:

I'm back to the DVD and I'm ready to strangle the skinny jerk telling me what to do. Just to tick her off, I skip the cool down. That'll teach her.

Day 6:

I think I'm officially done with the new me. I like the old me better anyway.