So why am I a lazy personal trainer?


I LOVE WORKING OUT. I LOVE DONUTS. I LOVE RUNNING 5Ks. I LOVE LAZY TV NIGHTS WITH JFBs (SEE MY LINGO LIST).


CAN I POSSIBLY BE A HAPPY, HEALTHY PERSON WITH SUCH CONFLICTING PASSIONS?

I'm trying! Follow my quest to OVERCOME LAZY!

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

I'm Lazy and I'm Proud!

K says I ramble too much on this blog.  He says I talk too much about how lazy I am and that I’m too “proud” of being lazy and that isn’t helpful to myself nor anyone else.  He says I should focus more on how I OVERCOME my laziness.  And I must say, he’s got a point.

I wouldn’t say I’m proud of being lazy.  In my blogs, I’m just acknowledging that I have strong slothful and gluttonous tendencies and then proceed to blather on and lament that I’m such a victim to the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics’ concept that “as usable energy is irretrievably lost, disorganization, randomness and chaos [and laziness and gluttony] increase.”

So I’m going to regularly feature how I overcome “lazy” in my life and hope to hear from others via comments, facebook, email, old-fashioned conversations and the like, how they’re overcoming laziness in their lives as well.

So here’s my first installment of HOW I OVERCAME LAZY THIS WEEK:


Off on our cookie run, literally!

After 3 rest days in a row, (which for me is 2 too many!) Monday was rolling around and another rest day was looking mighty appealing.  I missed my morning opportunity for a workout (too many chores around the house!) and evening was closing in fast so chances for an outdoor workout were quickly diminishing.  With it being the last day of the month, I realized that I needed to drop some cookies off to a friend (you know what I’m talking about fellow Visiting Teachers!).  However, I didn’t have the car to perform said task.

You see where I’m going with this, don’t you?  The weather was beautiful, the sun hadn’t set just yet, my friend’s house is a mere mile away….  So I had R hop on her bike, plunked Z into the stroller and off we went.  Sure, I probably grossed my friend out by showing up panting and sweaty on her doorstep (sorry, Alisa!) and it certainly wasn’t a killer workout, but I overcame you, Laziness!  Neener, neener, neener!

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