So, I’m dating this guy who is a bit of a fitness fanatic. OK not “a bit.” That was a lie. I joked the night we met that I needed a guy who would encourage me to work-out because I like to make excuses. He confidently answered that he was the guy for me then.
One day before meeting up with me, Mr. Fitness took two boxing classes with a yoga class in the middle. He gets up two hours before work to do CrossFit. Yesterday, he went to CrossFit after work. He texted me and said his shoulder came out of its socket, so his coach sent him home. I suggested we go for a walk. Somewhere around 72nd Street and Central Park West, he asked if we should go back and get our running shoes. Go back 27 blocks for our shoes! I declined. (And I’m the girl who went surfing when I was supposed to be on painkillers, but that was a full six days after my injury.)
I have been good lately. I’ve gone to boot camp at least once a week. Twice since I finished my NYU class. I’ve also made use of my gym membership. Most importantly, I feel stronger. Today I helped Quyn move out of her apartment. I carried heavy parts of a wooden bed frame down the stairs. At boot camp, I see newbies give up and am pleased that I’m not lying on the ground. I can keep up.
Still, I had trouble hiding my glee when I got a text message this evening, saying boot camp was canceled for “unforeseen reasons.” I was still sweaty from hauling furniture down three flights of stairs and I needed to pack for my trip to Minnesota tomorrow.
So here are some reasons I’ve given somewhat recently for not working out.
1.Quyn and I decided to get smoothies after work (Mr. Fitness likes to tease me about this one. “How long does it take to get a smoothie? He asks. I explain that it wasn’t about sipping a beverage. It was about hanging out with Quyn.)
2.It’s too hot!
3.But my hair looks really good today. Carlos straightened it!
4.It’s too hot!
5.I’ll go to yoga and run tomorrow.
6.It’s too hot!
I’m a journalist, content strategist, doting auntie, amateur bobsledder, fitness enthusiast, and wannabe health nut (who loves chocolate and pizza too much to fully commit). I don't want you to think my life is perfect. It's not.