Vacation

My kids are home, and I don’t want to exercise. I don’t mind going out on my runs, but dragging them both kicking and screaming to the gym is a workout in itself. So, I was very tempted to skip today’s body sculpting class.

I thought I could work out at home. I’d read in a NYT article that squats are the best exercise, and I was pretty convinced that I could at least do those on my own. But, who was I kidding? Squats are one of my least favorite exercises—the only thing worse than a squat is a lunge. Correction, a walking lunge! So, I headed to the gym, kids in tow, to squat and sweat with the rest of the class (misery loves company). I’m glad I did.

At the start of class, our instructor informed us all that she has breast cancer and will soon be undergoing treatments. This now gives me even more incentive to run and raise money for the ACS. Especially, since she had wanted to run The Half too. She did assure us, that on the days she is able, she will be in class kicking our (rhymes with class). So when I start to grumble because I don’t think I can go one more mile or do one more squat, I will think of her and be inspired by her strength. I’ll hear her voice urging me on with a, “Come on 8 more.” And most likely, it will be because she’s standing in class right alongside me.

BTW: Yesterday was a good NYT health-related article day. Here’s one about how sugar is toxic. And the another about how sitting is lethal.