Strangers in Spandex

So do you remember the Fitness Challenge I mentioned way back in August? Well, I didn't. I had pretty much crossed it off of my priority list. I was so amped up to get fit and not eat cookie dough for dinner but then my life exploded and I clung to all forms of carbohydrates for comfort.

Also, Autumn decided to arrive and bring with it pumpkin cookies and salted caramel mochas.


And Claire decided to get married in a ten-day time period that didn't leave room for spinach salads and P90X.

And the judge decided to send my dad to camp and I found that emotional eating does have its rightful place in my life.

And Halloween candy finds its way to my desk and convinces me that it is a perfect meal for lunch.

However, there is a silver lining in this emotionally crazed feeding frenzy: I have begun running again. I have done it for two days in a row so it is practically a habit. And even though I loathe every second of it, I do feel a lot better afterward. It is a great time to get out some built-up aggression towards the court system and think through some strategies on how I can smuggle in a pecan pie to my dad in two weeks. You know, normal things like that.

Exercise does have its benefits, there is no doubt. I am even thinking of joining a pilates class every Wednesday afternoon. But I admit, I am a little nervous about it. As many of you may know, I lack a certain graceful quality in my disposition. And I always feel awkward when I am trying a new exercise in front of people. There aren't many situations in life when you are forced to bend and stretch next to a perfect stranger in spandex.

Does anyone else have this issue? Am I the only one that gets nervous? Would you like to join me some Wednesday and bend and stretch next to me? At least you wouldn't be a perfect stranger. And I am fairly certain I'll dig your spandex.