I am sitting here hungry and my abs hurt. You figure it out. I would imagine that the words diet and exercise comes to mind.
When I started dating my husband I found out that he was a jogger. He would run pretty much every morning before he went to work. I was very impressed when he told me that. I tried running with my roommate once. We ran all the way up to the corner.....three houses down.....I thought I'd die.....She kept running and I turned back and went back to bed. Hey, it was 5:30 in the morning!
Did you know that they have two 5:30's? There is one in the evening called 5:30 p.m. but, get this, did you know that there is also one in the morning!!! Can you believe it? It's called 5:30 a.m. I was shocked. Who knew?
So I thought it would be very romantic to go jogging with my lovely future husband. There can't be nothing much more attractive than a woman gasping for air, her hair all sweaty and in her face, and wearing an ugly purple velour jogging outfit. Hey, it was in the 80s, o.k? Everybody was wearing them.
My sweetheart offered to crawl, I mean run, with me but I suggested that we each go at our own pace. Actually his was a pace. Mine was more of a slow painful shuffle. I cannot tell you how many times he lapped me on that track.
The cool thing is that, when they pass you, they can't see what you're doing because they are now in front of you. So you can slow down to a crawl and they'll never know. Not that I did that or anything.
Fast forward to the present day: So lately I have fallen off the exercise wagon and now I am back on it. Which is why my abs hurt. And my shoulders. And my calves. Not that I am complaining or anything...wheeze....gasp....ouch!
I have heard of that "runner's high" that you're supposed to get when you exercise. I'm still waiting for it. I think it's just a myth that somebody made up to get me to exercise, lol! Not that I am complaining or anything...wheeze....gasp....ouch!