This week I began to tackle one of my New Years resolutions: get my butt up in the mornings and work out. As I made note of this goal on New Years Day, I felt quite basic. How many millions of people set this exact same goal every year? A lot, that's how many. But nonetheless, I set the goal.
Monday and Tuesday I eased into it with 45 minutes of yoga at home. I rolled out my Lululemon mat, turned on the TV, and played classes from Eoin Finn. In the video they were practicing on the serene beaches of Bali. The ocean waves gently crashed against the sand. Birds flew high above. Me? I was practicing in my small Lincoln Park studio apartment. That's about the same thing, right?
Last night as I turned off my phone and set my alarm clock (another resolution of mine: turn off my iPhone at night), I realized that at some point I would have to up the ante and actually go to the gym. With that I texted my buddy and made plans. What I thought was a good step into lifting weights again turned into an embarrassment. Halfway through my dumbbell curls I began losing color in my face and went light-headed. Joy.
Looks like I am a little more out of shape than I had expected. The goal is still set, and I'm not giving up anytime soon, it just may be more of a gradual progression. And in the meantime, I'll stay awake today by listening to this month's playlist.