The answer, I am. In fact, I know it’s probably been more than thirty days, but that is all I’m about to admit to. Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t total inactivity. It was the flu, the planter fasciitis and a host of other ailments, but really the biggest excuse was more like – laziness. Who can take time to be lazy when they have their first, and hopefully not last, half marathon hanging over their head? Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying “hanging” in the negative sense. More like, what a triumph it will be when I cross the finish line.
What I do know, however, is that the exercise plan, or lack thereof in the last thirty days isn’t going to get me where I need to be. Flu aside, hurt foot move aside, I need to get back on the ball with slightly larger than baby steps.
Step one – tonight sixty minutes of Zumba that included an entire song doing squats. A second song where it seemed like every other move involved doing twenty something jumping jacks. Talk about going zero to sixty. What I do know is that it feels good to sweat. What I also know is that you may not be counting, but I am and the countdown has begun in earnest.