Before moving to Raleigh, I was never an "exercise person." In fact, I was pretty much an anti-exercise, anti-sweat person and I made sure that most people knew it. Then I moved here, where EVERYONE exercises. It doesn't matter the time of day or the temperature, there are always people out running or walking. It's almost blasphemous to not belong to the YMCA.
After watching other people be healthy all the time, you start to feel guilty. Between that and my need to find activities for Abby and I outside the house, we joined the local gym. (Not the Y, much to my neighbor Jen's dismay. It was twice the price as O2; and though I do miss the option of a pool, I don't miss the crowds.)
Maybe it's the influence of the "active lifestyle" around here. Maybe it's my desire to show my daughter that exercise is a fun (HA!) and important part of a healthy life. Maybe those "endorphins" everyone always told me about finally took over my brain. Or, most likely, maybe I just grew to enjoy an hour completely to myself a few times a week. Whatever the reason, I am now one of those "gym people" I always made fun of. Seriously. Like, to the point that the O2 employees actually recognize me, and greet Abby with enthusiasm. WHAT?!?
Up to this point, (yes, all 31 weeks!) I've been to the gym 2-3 times a week for at least 45 minutes. I'd planned on going to 35-36 weeks if I could, but only time will tell. Today was quite difficult, and I'm totally exhausted and sore after walking 40 minutes at 3.0mph. Hopefully tomorrow will be better, but I know my limits and will stop when my body tells me to. Who knows?
What I do know, is that whenever I do have to pause for the sake of the baby (and subsequent recovery from delivery), I'm going to miss it. And that's something, I NEVER in a million years thought I'd say.
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