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I was complaining recently about my 'spring cleaning' muscles, but I should have waited. It turns out that was only the beginning. I have started exercising again - something that is so long overdue, I almost don't remember how. I am walking at least 3 miles every day (outside if possible, or the treadmill if necessary) and doing some other form of exercise (I have a bunch of tapes and DVD's) each day as well.
Before any of you go and say anything supportive (do I know you people, or what?) I want to be clear that I only started this on Monday. Today is day 4 - a little early to be all impressed. I also need to confess that I am not all happy and cheerful about it. I whine and bitch about it the whole freaking time (although it's mostly whining in my own head, because I'm so out of breath I can't whine out loud).
But I have no choice. I am so out of shape I can't stand it another minute. I'm not going to be able to enjoy this gorgeous weather we're having if I can't move around and do stuff. I like walking on the beach, and playing frisbee with the dog and hiking up Bradbury Mountain for a picnic. I don't want to skip any fun activities because I have the cardio capacity of a 200 year old woman. It's time.
Which brings me to the pain. My muscles are screaming at me, which seems pretty ungrateful, since I'm finally taking them out for air after ignoring them for the last 6 or 7 months. They should be happy! You should have heard me getting out of bed this morning. There were some groans, a couple of grunts, several curse words and some other noises I really can't describe. Suffice it to say it wasn't pretty.
This past winter kicked the crap out of me in a lot of ways. Rejected by my birth mother, out of a job during a recession, and dealing with two separate foot injuries as well as some other personal issues, exercise was the last thing on my mind. I spent way too many hours icing my propped up foot, and now that it has healed, things have got to change.
Spring and I are going to wipe the memory of the horrible winter of 09 out of my mind - or we're going to go down trying.