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Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Who AM I?

I’m not going to lie about it—me and exercise, well, we’ve never been the closest friends. In fact, whenever my parents pushed me to get involved with it, I spent as much energy coming up with reasons why I couldn’t/wouldn’t as it would have taken me to run the mile (ok, bad example. I don’t run. Period.). One reason was that I’ve always pretty much done the opposite of what my parents recommend, and the other is that I was lazy. Oh, and the third: I’ve always had better things to do.

So why do I suddenly look forward to doing stupid Gunnar Peterson’s stupid Core Secrets workout? Why does my body suddenly crave the stretching and the movement?

Beats the hell out of me. But I’m going to go with it. I like it. But I’m not telling my parents I changed my mind about exercise.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Do you like it better than the Pilates video?
I'm def going to get one of them.


11:03 AM  
Blogger LE said...

I like Core Secrets a loooot. But it's equal to my love for the Classical Pilates DVD. It's nice to be able to switch things up and not get bored.

7:04 PM  

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