Grumble *pant pant* Grumble *pant*

I resent whoever invented exercise.

I hate it.

HATE. IT.

I made the mistake of telling Art that I wanted to go hiking on our honeymoon. See, when I said hiking, I meant...

Hiking

When Art heard me say hiking, he must have thought...

Hiking

Okay, not quite. But he did tell me that I have to start working out to get my legs strong for whatever vigorous hike we are going on. So I did. I did a workout.

Keep in mind that I NEVER work out. Ever. As in, I walk to work, I walk really fast, but I'm used to that. But as soon as I pick up my feet and try to jog....well, I discovered that I cannot yet jog

ONE BLOCK. My lungs are burning and I have to stop.

So yeah. Me working out? I don't know about this. But I gave it a shot.

Art gave me a warm up to do first. I had to stretch my legs, and then do 3 rounds of 15 reps of:

Push-ups

Sit-ups (I did crunches instead, because I could not get myself all the way up)

Back extensions

Squats

He told me it would take five minutes.

15 minutes later I was panting, and tired, and wobbly, and thinking: how am I supposed to work out? I just DID work out! Warm up, schmarm up. I called him to whine and complain, and then I put on some fast, upbeat music to motivate me, and I did the actual work out.

To strengthen my legs for our hike, Art suggested that I walk up and down my stairs. For an hour. Everyday. Then he said that 45 minutes would probably be enough. When I still said "no way" he said 30 minutes. Surely I can do 30 minutes. ("No, I can't do 30 minutes, and stop calling me Shirley" - guess which movie that's from. I changed the quote slightly).

So I said I would simply go up and down the stairs for as long as possible.

I was absolutely HUFFING and PUFFING after One. Whole. Minute. How embarrassing.

I suck.

I managed to keep going for about nine minutes, with a couple of breaks in between. And I'm very glad I was home alone, because I was yelling and screaming my displeasure at this impossible, torturous work out. No, I'm not kidding. I was actually yelling and screaming. I did not enjoy the stair walking.

So if you've kept track of any math on here (which you didn't have to) you'll notice that my warm up lasted longer than my work out. And my cool down stretches lasted longer than my warm up. And my shower lasted longer than all of those combined.

The whole point of this story is to show you what a wimp I am. And also not to be jealous of my skinniness. I might be thin, but I am SO, WAY out of shape. Some people might commend me for working out for nine minutes on my first try. I might commend people who go for 30 minutes on their first try!

Now the challenge is keeping this up. Doing it again today. And Thursday (I can't work out tomorrow).

My legs are up for it. They don't hurt at all. My back, however, is killing me. I don't get it.

That honeymoon hike better be worth it. Cheer me on!