No "Maybes" About It

Because I blogged it, it was so.  I did a 60 minute exercise tape today.  I'm only a little bit ashamed to admit it was a Richard Simmons video (Grooving in the House).  He annoys the hell out of me, and throughout the video, he is full of sexual innuendos and pelvic thrusts.  Still, I get to groove to "The Beat Goes on" by Sonny and Cher, "Philadelphia Freedom", and "Cotton Eyed Joe".  Good times.

For the past 6 years, I have always wanted to turn my basement into an exercise area.  Today, 6 years later,  I did my first exercise tape in what will hopefully become my new "gym".  My pals, Richard Simmons and Denise Austin, will hopefully help me be more successful.  Especially if we continue to have super crummy weather.

My basement does present some challenges.  Its narrow with a low ceiling.  But the biggest challenge is my uncoordination in dance moves.  I feel just like Kate Gosling on Dancing With the Stars.  My legs and arms struggle to move at the same time.  But its my basement, and nobody is watching so who the hell cares.

Another struggle was kind of unforeseen.  Though looking back, I could have called it.  Tino.  My cat.  He is underfoot nearly the entire time despite being accidentally kicked once or twice.   Sometimes I think he is trying to kill me.  By the end of the video tape, Tino hopped up on the couch (which was behind me) and jumped up onto my shoulder.  So here I am trying to follow Richard and his "sunbursts"and "pelvic thrusts" with a damn cat upon my shoulder. 

I might need to rearrange that space to make it more conducive to exercising, but for now it is working.  I broke a sweat and felt accomplished by finally getting in some exercise this week.