Something is wrong. I mean really, really wrong. Why, you might ask? Because, after spending the majority of my life rebelling against the notion of exercising, I am starting to come around to the idea… and, even more surprisingly, actually getting excited about it!
No, seriously.
I mean, I voluntarily joined a walking group.
I am shopping around for an elliptical machine that I can use when I can’t get out to walk.
I just ordered a Fitbit so I could track my progress and be motivated to improve.
Worst of all, the notion of me, some day, actually running didn’t make me curl up my lip in disgust.
I think I must be dreaming.
