accountability

I'm a stressball. People who don't know me very well probably can't tell how crazy I am, but my friends and family know how insanely intense I get. More so than any vitamin deficiency or hormone imbalance, strees is probably the major cause of my migraines and meltdowns. Last year (and with Matt's financial assistance--thanks, baby!), I joined a gym to try to keep some of that stress from tearing my face off. I don't go as much as I'd like to, but I've discovered that I really like cardio as a way to take the rough edges off. I mean, who has the energy (or salt) to cry over a $600 car repair after a butt-kickin' spin class? So why did it take me so long to figure out that not only can I actually do cardio, but also that I like it (or at least its effects?). Because I'd never really been to a gym before! Turns out all I needed was central air, music videos with skinny pop stars shimmying around (and by that I mean Iggy Pop and David Bowie during their heyday), and no worries about getting hit by a car to bring me over to the sweaty side. Also, I love that no matter what I do, I'm never going to fall off my stationary bike, no matter how hard I ride. Maybe I can learn to take care of myself after all ...

So I thought to keep me going I'd try to run in my alma mater's 5k in the fall. It's no marathon, but it's still a good goal. Last night it took me 48 minutes to jog/walk 5k. Women my age were running it in TWENTY MINUTES. Now there's a goal. Gulp. I've posted my new favorite song to sweat my guts out to. If anyone's reading, give me some suggestions for songs to jog to. Preferably something that will help me forget I'm a wimp.

--She said