I hate working out… Absolutely hate it!! Here I sit… Randi – red faced- my heart is pounding out of my chest…. my shirt is soaked and what I’d me really like to do is climb up in my bed and go to sleep. But first I have to make my legs get up and walk to the shower!
I’ve never needed to work out. I took the easy way out. The drugs kept me skin and bones… Not a pretty sight. But since drugs are never going to be an option again – I have to be healthy and fit. So my roommate, Missy drags me out to the track 3 times a week. She is 10 years older than me, runs every day and it’s so easy for her. But , Oh No, Not Me! I whine and complain. And she pushes and pushes. As I sit here writing this, I think she should make me run an additional lap each time I say “I can’t do this” But she would really do it and I’d be screwed…so I won’t suggest that to her. She says that if I keep doing it, and get into a routine, then it will get easier and I will enjoy it. Maybe I am still looking for the easy way out, the quick fix. But one thing I have learned is that there are no lasting quick fixes. If you want something in life, you have to be determined to get it. You have to persevere. Tonight while I ran I prayed for strength to make it through the lap I was on. I prayed for endurance and perseverance. And even though I copped out on the last running lap– I know that I gave it my best!