As I climbed onto my treadmill in my 10 year old black faded "work out" pants, I look at myself in the mirror. I have on an orange tank top with a few holes in it, my pants you already have heard about, and some ill fitting New Balance shoes. My hair is up in the granny bun, because seriously, when is it ever NOT in a bun. Yesterday's mascara is under my eyes, so I wipe the blackness off, and hit the GO button on my treadmill.
I have no plan, just getting on this thing is a huge success for me. I click it on level 3 to get a decent walk going. Several minutes pass, and I am bored. I scroll through my ipod to try to find an inspiring song. Nothing. I kick up the incline to a 1.5 and begin walking at a level 3.4. This is getting me out of my comfort zone, but for some reason I keep going. With each step I gain confidence and actually start acting a little sassy on the TM. I got my fists going, doing a few little silly dances, and I begin to laugh at myself. This is actually not that bad. This is fun!
Then, Britney speaks to me through the music. Circus comes on. She sings of adrenaline shooting through her veins. I am inspired. I found my song. I kick the incline up a bit, and the level up and I begin to run. I cannot feel my legs after a few minutes. But I keep going. I walked/jogged/ran for a grand total of 36:53 minutes!
YOU WILL NEVER REGRET EXERCISE. YOU WILL ONLY REGRET AVOIDING IT! :)
I am still going strong and today is day #6. My first weigh in will be Saturday morning the 8th.