January 4, 2010

Yep, I sure milked this one until the last minute.

It was Sunday evening, the day before the fitness challenge was suppose to start, and the last thing I put in my mouth that night was Starburst candy. Ok, not just one Starburst candy, more like twenty, but who’s counting. After stuffing 20 Starburst in my mouth, nope, not all at the same time… almost though, my head finally hit the pillow at midnight. That meant the alarm clock was suppose to start making that annoying sound in 5 hrs and 45 minutes. Some how though, when that annoying sound filled my bedroom that pitch black Monday morning, it was suddenly silenced. Who might have silenced it? Well, I really don’t know, I like to blame it on “Dr. Evil”.

By 7 a.m. “Dr. Evil” had disappeared and “Dr. Guilt” had now instead appeared. After some serious pressure from “Dr. Guilt” I finally hit the pavement at exactly 7:28 a.m. For 40 minutes I proceeded with interval training of walking and running, and of course always speeding up during anytime I passed a human being. By the time I arrived back home I vowed to make sure to hit the pavement earlier in the morning next time. It gets really exhausting having to speed up and look all fit and not tired at all when you pass all these people. I did feel great though, and by now it was time to walk my oldest son a half mile to his bus stop. By now there were even more people out and about, and since I was still in my work out clothes I felt obligated to show these people I wasn’t just wearing these clothes for fun, so I ran the half mile back home. By the time I came home my face was now the color of a red tomato. With tomato face and a serious shortness of breath I managed to get some sit-ups and bicep training in, while my middle child talked my head off and my youngest child tried to sit on my belly while I was doing sit-ups.

The rest of the day I felt great. I had more energy and more patience. This is something you need a whole lot of and can’t get enough of when you have 3 children and run a business. I’m sure “Dr. Evil” will appear many more times during this process, but the further along I proceed in this process of becoming more fit, and with all the support from the rest of the Mama Moderne participants, he will soon not have as big of an
influence. So I guess you can say I’m on my way, still have a long way to go, but I’m on my way and that is all that matters.