Let me tell you about this little warning sticker that I found affixed to the handlebar of my exercycle at the gym. Here’s the scene: I am slumped over on a stationary bike, riding along through the Slough of Despond, when suddenly I notice a warning that says if I become faint, dizzy, or exhausted I should stop exercising immediately. Exhausted? Is this a joke? If I become exhausted I should stop exercising? Really? ‘Cuz fuck you! There I was pedaling along, calmly hyperventilating thinking about Jesus’ premature death at my age, when suddenly I discover there’s an out … ?! I just have to become exhausted, then I should stop?! But I knew it was more complicated than that; thus my momentary excitement turned quickly to despair. I realize that most people in the gym are like Rat Tail Boy, but nothing about it comes naturally for me.
Anyway, the couch to 5K in 9 weeks seems like a good idea, and maybe it will be. I’m hoping that it at least gets fun at some point. I finished my first week! I’m no Julie Powell, but I’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime, read this.