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.