Walking — Day 3 — SICKNESS
OKay lets recap. STarted walking on WEdnesday. Finished in approximately 22
minutes and some seconds. THursday — which according to the program is not
supposed to have any structured walk — I walked a mile in 18:45. Then I went to
the Brooks and Dunn concert and walked quite a bit there. Part of it in the
pouring rain. I dont know how far I actually walked yesterday but it was quite a
bit.
So today, I get up with very little sleep. Am sore. Am tired. Am cranky. Run my
errands — get my daughter a haircut (she’s two — that was a struggle), go to
Olive Garden for Lunch (order soup, salad and breadsticks — eat salad and too
many breadsticks — puke in the bathroom — oh lied and told the woman in the
next stall that morning sickness sometimes lasts all day because i really didn’t
want to get into a dissertation while vomiting. she offered to go get me some
soda crackers and 7-Up to settle my stomach. Came back and didn’t touch the
soup, waiter asked what the problem was and I said nothing i just wasn’t as
hungry as i thought — he took my bill away and removed my lunch and when I
questioned him he said he felt bad and figured something was wrong but I was too
nice to say so), went to an Italian grocery store to find out if my daughter can
eat their homemade hot dogs (she is allergic to soy and corn — two fillers in
most hot dogs) then went to Giant Eagle when I discovered she couldn’t (they use
soy) and bought their store brand as well as some diet pop to take to work with
me next week, came home and chased her around, checked my mail, ate dinner, took
a bath, and …. that is when it happened…
Come on .. it was 6 pm. I was tired. My legs hurt. My muscles ached. I did my
walk yesterday when i didn’t have to do a structured walk PLUS I did all the
walking at the concert plus the dancing during some of the songs. Plus I only
had some chocolate today and I really didn’t eat that much. So I could skip a
day right? RIGHT? PLEASE? Oh. Yeah. I am sick. The sickness is within me and
screaming to get out. I know it. The treadmill was calling for me even though I
was upstairs in my bedroom and going to get started on the 45 page paper i have
due August 1 (okay so the thesis statement is due NEXT WEEK!). Even though the
radio was on and I was listening, I HEARD the damn treadmill calling me. So… I
got the sickness. I FELT GUILTY FOR NOT WALKING ON THE TREADMILL! dang. This may
never abate. GUILT? ME? Over not walking? Over not exercising? Over not moving?
What the hell. It is only the third day. ONLY DAY 3 of this program. I HAVE
NEVER FELT GUILT! NOT ABOUT EXERCISING — err about NOT EXERCISING. HELP! I
didn’t think medicine would help me but … I found the cure.
I got up, went downstairs, stepped on the treadmill and walked! Finished my
mile. In 16 minutes 50 seconds. Felt like dying but kept walking (albeit slowly
after the first mile) until 20 minutes had passed.
Hey no more guilt about not exercising. Oh man. I feel so much better. I am not
as tired. I am a bit sore but I feel good. What the hell is going on here? Yeah
I ate chocolate. Yeah I wasn’t good with my eating today. BUT I EXERCISED!
SO goals met for day three:
1) I actually continued for day three — three days in a row and I DID IT!
2) I improved my time for the mile. (If I ever hit a 15 minute mile it will be
amazing. It will be more amazing if I do it more than one day in a row.)
3) I am actually beginning to feel guilt for not walking.
4) OH MY — i am looking forward to walking two miles tomorrow AND I am NOT
looking forward to Sunday — the day of rest.
Its official. I am sick. WHY????
Denise Rasley
mailto: drasley@…
BTC, Columbus, 10/7/98