My last post got me thinking again of exercising. I have been wanting to start an exercise regimen for a while now. My husband suggested we go for a walk this morning. Since he has a rotating schedule anytime that we spend together is precious. We weren't exactly alone...our dog Max heard the word "walk" and lost it completely! The words "OUT", "TREAT" and "SQUIRREL" have the same effect. After Our Dog demonstrated the happy dance (a sort of a mix of high jump, ballet and break dancing) we were all off on our walk. Afterwards Hubby wanted to know if I wanted to go for a run.
"A run?" I asked
I have the endurance of a 90 year-old but what the heck "I'll run" I said. I had on my awesome running suit (all black of course). We started our run across the street from our house. Right off the bat I noticed something that I had not noticed before. When I run everything and I mean everything jiggles. OK, jiggles is much too cute a word for what was happening here folks...I need to use the word flopping...yes, every time I ran things were flopping around. How the heck did this happen?
Alright you in the back I heard you say "too much chocolate" very funny.
The more I ran the more I envisioned people looking out their windows and pointing in sort of a Japanese Godzilla movie crowd-scene-way. "LOOK! It's FLOPZILLA!" There was a time when you could have bounced a quarter off my butt...now it would just cause a sort of ripple effect before settling softly amidst the cellulite.
As we ran my hubby kept talking-encouraging me to go further. He is a runner so he was more than comfortable running at the toddler pace I set.