The Stall

It all started with the alarm--or more accurately, the turning off of the alarm.  Wake-up/exercise call was supposed to be 4:40, but that didn't happen, instead I rolled over and shut my eyes with every intention of working out, but an hour later than usual  Thus, The Stall was introduced.

Plans for a later workout were soon discarded and a really good breakfast in the comfort of my home took place instead. Did I mention breakfast was chocolate chip pancakes topped with peaches, along with a cup of strong, black coffee? The Stall has struck with a vengeance and hit me at my weakest moment--meal time.

Oops, now it 's time for work, no time to exercise right now.  It's just as well; I needed to make sure all was well digested.  And The Stall continues.  Ok, the new plan is a swim and stairstepper after my work hours.  My hope was to fight The Stall with a sincere promise that before that afternoon was over I would have worked up a sweat.  (If you're a good staller, it's easy to play these kind of mind games.)

Now it's time to do my personal training. Don't say it.  I realize  there is a bit of irony here--me encouraging someone else to exercise, something I have been avoiding all day.  But a person's gotta do what a person's gotta do .

It is now 12 hours after I had originally plannned to exercise and I am running out of time. This has been one LONG stall.  I felt the tug of going home and getting back to that really good book I had started.  Was that a hunger pang I felt?  It IS past my usual suppertime.

Wait.  What is it I often tell fellow exercisers who are struggling to make the commitment to a workout?  "You will never regret a workout, but you will kick yourself all day if you blow one off!"  Exactly.

With those words of wisdom in mind, I put on my workout clothes, chose a cardio machine and hopped on.  The Stall was over!  I won!!  Forty minutes later, in sweat-drenched clothes I left the wellness center victorious.   No regrets.