Tuesday, February 21, 2012

unfit (as in exercise, not parenting)

“There’s no way you’ve got kids. How old are you (if you don’t mind me asking)? You’re like in college, right?”

I laughed. But it did make me feel good.

Age isn’t really the issue for me. I am neither young nor old. I’ll willingly tell people my age and mention that I have 3 kids – often times, so colleagues/clients will take me seriously and not look at me as someone young and unseasoned.

Again, so age isn’t my problem. It’s my fitness. Or lack thereof. Snowboarding last week in Colorado was an eye-opener. All the while I was thinking “Watch out, Dew Tour,” my legs were turning to cinder blocks and my lungs pulled out tiny strike signs and started picketing my aorta.  On my 3rd day out, my quads screamed and my glutes squealed.  My body nearly evicted me, truth be told. 

I’ve always been athletic and overall active, even in pregnancy, so what happened to me? I have zero stamina. And while I could lift Pete above my head and body slam him to the ground, I can’t anymore. I thought I was doing great, dropping all the baby weight and reveling back into my 100 lb stature.

There is a name for this, folks.  And it’s called “skinny fat.”  Or maybe just “unfit.”  Either way, I know I need to do something about this, but the body just isn’t feelin’ it.  I need to start strength training again, but it just seems so suicidal.  Even the thought of running like I use to makes me want to fake a heel fracture.

Perhaps I can try and make a pitiful little game out of it and start leaping over cracks in the sidewalk and running on the bumpy grass alongside the trail. I can switch to intervals and do short bursts of sprinting followed by longer periods of gasping, eye-bulge-y walking. I can repeat a mantra over and over in my head until I get past the overwhelming sensation of wanting to stop and hail a cab.

Soooo, let’s refresh the playlists in order to spend my tortuous pavement-pounding time blissed out on whatever’s in my ears instead of fiddling with buttons skipping through the lost-their-mojo songs.  Will you indulge me (again) and share your favorite get-up-and-move music? For workouts, I’m partial to aggressive and/or electronic tunes with a high tempo, but really, I listen to all kinds of stuff.

Bulletproof • La Roux
You’re a Wolf • Sea Wolf
Rococo • Arcade Fire
White Blank Page • Mumford & Sons
We Used to Wait • Arcade Fire
Hey Boy Hey Girl • The Chemical Brothers
Chocolate • Snow Patrol

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