I hate exercising, especially running. But,it is a necessary evil in this mostly sedentary western living. Having accepted this, I came up with a coping mechanism I engage in while working out.
Most times to stay motivated, I listen to rap songs with crazy beats, except on rare occasions when my iPod is not with me. If I don’t have my iPod, I have to think about something or someone who makes me upset (for real!)….I safely assume the ground is their head and trudge along forcefully(my bad). I know it is wrong and I’m working on it 😉 but, this is the only way for now, that keeps me from focusing on the arduous task, that is cardio!.
On Friday I met up with a friend for my weekly run and my iPod was not with me, I could not go back home to get it. while running I had to use my imagination, I tried thinking about people, situations, anything that would make me angry and feel like punching someone in the face *I promise you, I’m not violent.To my mortal dismay, my usually imaginative mind decided to stay blank except the image of this flare bottom pants I had.
My dad, bless his sweet heart,bought them for me, years ago….I never wore them. I was going to give it to the salvation army However, I am unashamedly a daddy’s girl and could not bring myself to give it away…. Dad gave them to me, it kinda means something special….you know?. After my run, I went home and cut them into shorts…..what do y’all think? Nay or yay? I am rather scissors happy this days….I will try not to cut everything in my house into some kind of “design” that never actually comes out like the picture I had in my head. Have a great week people!