I didn’t actually wear red heels to the gym tonight, but I was surely “walking the walk!”
My day was somewhat hurried and had lots of tasks to complete before my vacation. Although my work days are always filled with wonderful and fun things, there were just too many of them today and I even missed most of the Magic Show due to endless phone calls. I kept thinking about the long list still to do and was not looking forward to the evening ahead.
My hour long drive home wasn’t without incident and it was then that I realized that I had missed an opportunity to hang out with a friend, basically because I thought today was Wednesday instead of Thursday! Today was just too much and I started thinking about ways to get out of doing it all.
By the time I got home I just sat on the couch in a coma for about 15 minutes before I could even decide which thing to do first.
Finally I just threw up my hands and decided enough was enough. I was so unfocused I couldn’t think straight. I had been so busy, I hadn’t had a chance to work on my Red Shoe Life, so I decided to rack up a few points with my coach and go to the gym. I changed into my “stretchy pants” and headed West. The gym, by the way, was NOT on the list and was probably the LAST thing I should have been doing tonight. Or so I thought…
I spent the first 15 minutes doing a mile or so on one of the walking contraptions and immediately was bored to tears. So, for the first time I decided to walk on the rubberized track that hovers over the gym. It is extremely high and looks out over the basketball goals. Since you all know how accident prone I am, I can just hear you shouting for me to stay away from the edge. Relax, there is really no way that I can think of, that I could plunge to the foul line. (I made sure!) The sign said 12 Laps equals 1 mile, all of which you must do going in just one direction. I wasn’t sure if I had that much sparkle left for power walking, but I just put one foot in front of the other to see how far I’d get. The further I went, the better it felt…. so I kept going. The good news is, that I did all 12 laps. I must be getting stronger because I didn’t get tired at all. Now, I could have started a fire with the sparks that were shooting off my spandex, but all in all I did ok.
The even better news is, the exercise helped me chill out about my long list of “to-do’s” and helped me reset my anxiety level. I know that the 2 hours it took out of my evening to go to the gym might have seemed a waste of time when I was so busy, but it really was the opposite.
There are just some days that are a little too much, but you have to roll up your sleeves and take care of business. Whatever it takes, you gotta put one foot in front of the other and just do it…. and it has to be YOU, no one else can do it for you.
Going to the gym boosted my energy, helped burn up some calories, and helped me to go after the rest of the night with a better attitude. You have to put the effort in to accomplish the things you need to do. So you might as well get busy!