I'm pretty proud of my progress this week. I've been to the gym THREE WHOLE TIMES (where's my sticker, dangit?) and logged in a grand total of 7.75 miles. Which might as well be 8 miles. I know. I know. Some people do that on a daily basis, backwards and in heels, or walking uphill both ways. But this was a big step for me (probably several big steps. I need to get a pedometer.).
In order to fully understand my, ahem, aversion to anything involving movement, let me give you some background. Gather 'round, children, and send the squeamish to bed, 'cause every word of this tale is true.
I was born
But then I met my husband. An active-ish guy. Who wanted to share his love of sportly things with me. So far, it's resulted in two trips to the emergency room. I went from being a vehement athletic avoider to an earnest athletic attempter. Until I dislocated my rib learning to pitch, sprained my hand and several fingers (as well as busted my engagement ring) at the batting cages, and bruised my shin to a gorgeously royal hue falling off the eliptical at the gym. So I tapped out.
Until recently. Celiac disease has taken a lot from me. But now that we are fighting fire with fire, I'm starting to get some of my old spark back (unintended pun). And while I don't think I can blame celiac for my lack of coordination, I also can't really blame it any more for my laziness. I've run out of (good) excuses. So, while Fit and Fab in February is a (short) month-long gimmick for us to get moving, get supportive and get inspired, I hope it doesn't end come March 1.
I would love to hear your stories. Please, please tell me that I'm not the only one who's gotten banged up by rogue gym equipment. Or maybe you, too, have damaged valuable jewelry because you were "crowding the plate" (WTH does that even mean??). Maybe you've put yourself in a knee brace because you stood up too quickly during rehearsal for a show. Or almost taken out a dressing room wall in Kohl's because your uncoordinated behind couldn't do something as simple as put on pants without inflicting injury. Let's commiserate.