Dear Internet,

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

I need to tell you a secret, but you have to swear that you won’t tell anyone. At all. This has to just be between you and me. Do you promise not to tell? Ok, well here goes then.

You know how I really hate exercise? How I like to drive everywhere instead of walk? How I prefer to watch TV than go to the gym? How I loathe running unless I’m being chased (and even then I would only be running if it was life or death)?


I’m thinking about doing some exercise.

I know! It’s horrible! It’s terrible! It’s an awful guilty secret that’s been eating away at me inside for a while now, and I don’t know what to do! It just sort of sprung up on me in the last day or two. I blame the first sunny day we’ve had in forever. I blame finally waking up feeling good again for the first time since May. I blame the weird dream I had in which I went for an early morning jog with the guy from the TV show ‘Chuck’ (who freaks me out a little because he has the exact same hair as my brother. It’s like he stole his scalp). In the dream I was jogging and it felt good, and it made me happy.

I don’t jog! And it’s not just because of the dislike of exercise; it’s because of my other exercise related secret. What? You want to know that one too? Oh well, I’ve come this far, I may as well get it all out there.

I have a spazzy run.

No, that’s not a typo. I don’t mean that I have a snazzy run. I truly mean that I have the most uncoordinated looking run you’ll ever see. It’s like my arms and my legs get confused at having to all work at the same time, so my legs take over and there’s not enough coordination left to keep my arms from flailing around wildly. It’s a lot like when you see a kid trying to run after having a massive growth spurt, and they’re not sure how to cope with all the extra length in their body.

It’s genetic, I think. My sister runs the exact same way. I’ve never seen my Mum run, but I can only assume that’s because the run came from her and she’s avoiding running so no one will know.

That’s one of many reasons that I’ve avoided exercise, but now I have this strange, restless feeling that is telling me I need to do something. I’m not sure what to do about it. Exercise just for the sake of exercise isn’t something I’m interested in, because basically...well... it’s dull. If I’m going to get suckered into some form of physical movement, it has to have a secondary purpose so that I don’t feel as if I’ve given in to something that I really don’t enjoy. But what can I do? I can't go back to dancing, although I would still like to take swing dancing classes. Obviously we can count out anything that involves running - or even very brisk walking. So what does that leave?

I need your help internet. What can I do? Or even better, how can I make this weird urge to exercise go away?

Yours sincerely,


Tyge said...

You know what I'm going to say: Become a two-wheel pedal pusher! Bicycling is exercise that can also have a purpose-- go to the store, the bar, the park, and get fit while doing it.

Okay, maybe not the bar.

You'll hear water rushing under manhole covers, smell those nasty (but tasty) cigarettes when a car ahead of you throws one out the window, ride by an empty school playground during summer and be amazed at how quiet things are, and then be reminded about the time when you were a kid, and used to ride a bike. And even if you didn't then, it's never too late to learn.

Fuck futbol/soccer, bicycling is what really brings the world together.

Dancing is always good too.

I know I've been on a cycling kick lately, but really, it just might be saving my life.

If you want the weird urge to go away, being a couch potato will get you there really quick! ;-)

I think with this comment, I've foreshadowed a few future posts of mine. Oops.

Think about biking!

torrygirl said...

I used to really enjoy biking, but I don't think I could do it now for the same reason that it took me 4 years to walk the 500m to my local pub - I live in a really hilly area. I would spend more time pushing my bike up hills than I would riding it.

Also, I don't own a bike any more.

If I could find a bike path somewhere kind of local then I might consider it. I did really enjoy it when I rode regularly - the solitude of it was kind of nice.

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