Monday, February 29, 2016


I've never been an athlete. As a child I was gawky, quiet, not sure how to relate to other kids. In forced team sports for PE I was picked in the last half or so. I'm not a fast runner and tetherball just seemed like a good way to get your head taken off. I preferred books and bird watching and putting caterpillars in tupperware with a fistful of greenery and a stick.

Trouble is, now I'm pushing 30 and nobody's suggesting I have an eating disorder like they did in Jr. high (I didn't). I sit at a desk for 8 hours a day and I really (really really) like good food. Plus I'm no slouch in the kitchen, so there's that.

Anyway, for the last 3 months I've been working out (mostly) every day after work. I found a studio that offers a variety of classes and I have a reliable workout buddy, and I have to say, it's been paying off. Not that I needed a major transformation, but things are looking better. More importantly, 3 months in and I'm not bored with it or feel like quitting. I think that might be a personal record.

In conclusion, there's hope for me yet. I can stave off heart disease and obesity! At the very least, I can occasionally put my heels down in downward dog, which I couldn't do before!

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