5:47 a.m.
Every time I start exercising, I switch on howard cosell's voice in my head, narrating my every move. I start thinking to myself that if I really work at it, I could be the best walker/jogger/jazzerciser on the planet (howard concurs). When I realize about halfway through that I am slow or an uncoordinated doof (mainly when everyone else is doing the grapevine and I am marching in place with a puzzled look on my face) that I will never be the best or even in the middle of the pack of exercisers, it makes me want to quit right then and there. I would consider myself a pretty successful person, but maybe because I have only tackled challenges when I knew I could succeed quickly and easily. I need to let go of the idea that I have to be the best at everything and just do the work in front of me. Basically, I need to put Howard's ass on the street.
Last night at jazzercise, they did the same routine as they did on Satuday morning so at least I was familiar with it. I tried to think about all the motions last night, make them more controlled. This morning my abs are sore. I don't know that I have ever had sore abs before, but here they are, front and center.
The strength/control exercises are killing me. After 40 minutes of aerobics, we do situps, leg lifts, and other stuff like that. Who knew that lifting your leg to the side was so challenging? And I walk on these legs all the time, don't i normaly use these muscles? I can't make it through the last 20 mintues without stopping.
10:24 a.m.
Baby is sleeping for a bit. She is still running a high fever, but acting like herself when she has some tylenol in her. I am staying at home, fighting the munchies and playing free cell. I don't feel well myself, but no real symptoms have developed.
# posted by amy @ 5:47 AM
