I just bought myself my first big birthday present ever, and it's a little masochistic. It's a four-week, 12-session fitness boot camp to get in shape for the soccer club I plan on joining this summer. The sickest part about it is that I live in Texas. My first summer here and I'll be sweating away the evenings doing things I HATE, namely pushups, crunches and sprints. I wanted to sign up for the morning class, but I knew I'd be rushed to get to work and it would be much easier to roll over and turn off the alarm than it would be to go home after work rather than to Town Lake (which is 6 blocks from there). The inconvenience of exercise rears its ugly head once again as I try to put together the logistics of the thing-when do I eat so I'm not nauseous at the class from eating too soon before, but I'm not so shaky when I get home that I go straight to Mickey D's instead? So far I think the Jamba Juice in the lobby of my building is the answer. Another tough question-how to get home the first couple of nights when I feel like lying down and crying from the pain. I'll probably suck it up and ride my bike to work those days, so at least I'll get home faster, if more painfully.
Hey-no pain, no gain, right? ...Right?
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