The Rush

(Note: This was the second part to the next entry, I just didn't want one HUGE LONG entry, so I divided it into two)

It's been well discussed that my attention span is the length of a kindergartener, and I have very little discipline. I hate, loath, and despise doing anything that I simply don't want to do. Exercise falls in that category of things I hate, loath, and despise. I simply do not enjoy getting sweaty. I don't enjoy hurting the next day. I just simply hate exercise. Funny, though, you kind of need to exercise to stay healthy and fit, right? Or else your body sags (check!), you get winded going up stairs (check!), and you stay tired and unfocused (check!). So, Forrest and I were talking about how I need (well, WE need.. but he's Superman, and has no problem making himself do things he hates to do) to exercise more. I knew that in order for me to make it routine, I'd have to have some incentive... why? Okay, here's my theory. Forrest says that his incentive is the good feeling of being fit... he has known fitness, and has achieved it before, so therefore, he knows how good it feels. I on the other hand, have never been fit. I have never known fitness, therefore, never known the "rush" that exercise can bring. Therefore, I don't see the payoff of getting out there and sweating. So we decided that if I worked out 3 times a week (equating to 30 minutes of walking on the treadmill) for 2 weeks, I could buy any CD I wanted (and trust me, on a limited budget, this is a good deal). After 4 consecutive weeks, I get a pedicure (holy crap do I need one!). Beyond that, we'll see. Anyways, my point was this... I had to have something to get me started.

Well... this week? I successfully completed 3 days of walking 30 minutes or more. And let me tell you, I experienced something I rarely experience. I was PROUD of myself. When that last 30 minutes was up, I sat there, and looked at the timer on the treadmill, and realized that I'd completed my first FULL week of exercise. I survived! I'm not dead! I didn't melt into a puddle on the ground afterwards! I can do this!!! And y'all?

I got a rush.

It was so cool, stepping off of that treadmill, knowing that I'd completed something that I didn't want to do. Knowing that what I was doing was helping me not only lose weight, but become healthier. And that made me SO happy! I am proud of me. I have accomplished something that I didn't think I would. And hopefully? I can do it again this week! No... I WILL DO IT!!!!!! CD or not, I have tasted a bit of the rush, and I want more. I want to be proud of myself. I want to be healthy. I want this, I really do!!!