Words from Dic(tionary)
Aerobics: (n) vigorous exercises such as swimming or walking, designed to strengthen the heart or lungs.
- I don’t.
- I should.
- I would if I could.
- I could if I would.
- I think about it.
- I agree.
- I laugh.
- I’m curious.
- I tried it.
- I didn’t like it.
- I didn’t exactly try it.
- I kinda liked it.
- I felt better afterwards.
- I felt worse in the morning.
- I think it costs money.
- I think I’m broke.
- There’s a program for free.
- I pretended I didn’t hear that.
- I’ve watched it on TV.
- I’ve even made fun of it.
- I’m convinced I’m the exception.
- I guess I’m exceptionally convinced.
I am, of course, talking about aerobics.
There’s a process in the human experience in which information is either acknowledged, absorbed as truth and shipped off to the brain for storage in a cabinet, or else expelled from the emotions in a fitful desire for action.
Aerobics is one of those things that I know would be good for me and would improve my chances for longevity. But longevity seems so … well …long–when in the moment, I have the possibility of watching television with a side of chips and dip.
It’s the same way I feel about eternity. It’s really hard to get worked up about everlasting life when you have a two-hour window for watching television.
If they found a way to do aerobics without me knowing it–similar to peddling a bicycle while thinking that I’m relaxing and checking out a movie–that would be terrific. Until then I have to rely on my motivation, which, as I stated earlier, is greatly unfavorable to aerobics.
There are so many things that happen with aerobic exercise that are unpleasant. First of all, getting to your feet with the idea of movement. Secondly, taking things you would normally do slowly, but doing them fast, in order to sweat and raise your heart rate. (Don’t they usually give you medication when your heart races?? But now they want you to simulate one of the major symptoms of a heart attack…)
I guess it’s the mix of laziness, fear, aches, pains and feeling a bit foolish hopping about without the presence of hot coals at my feet.
By the way… did I say I admire it?