Some people are born athletes, and you’d think little ol’ me, being raised in the warmth of the California sun would be a total beach bum, living in my Nike running shoes, jogging beach side as the sun rises.
Oddly, I was a California anomaly… I hated exercise. When I “loved” it, it was a short lived New Year’s Resolution where more time was spent at the equipment store than the gym.
I dabbled in yoga, and even owned an elliptical back home which was used sporadically at best. I wasn’t too healthy and I didn’t have to be. Getting “healthy” was short lived- I got excited about the idea as long as it meant new shoes, expensive exotic foods or some kind of quick fix: All of which got REALLY expensive, thus defeating the benefits to my life overall.
Fast forward to my Chicago life. I have no car, live on the 4th floor with no elevator. I walk everywhere and even went down a pant size…but YES. I STILL GET WINDED FROM HAVING TO GO UP FOUR FLIGHTS OF STAIRS. This. Needs. To. Change.
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