I am the black sheep in my family.
I don't exercise.
With a well-known fitness instructor for a mother, and a former BYU football player for a father, sports and fitness were just a part of growing up. One of my brothers now owns an Anytime Fitness in Seattle, all three of them played high school sports, and two on a collegiate level. They all still work out pretty regularly and are in great shape.
But I am rebellious.
I hate to exercise. I mean, there are much better things to do, right?
But alas, I have reached a point in my life where I have realized if I don't become an exerciser, I am really going to pay for it in the not-too-distant future.
So, an exerciser I will become.
You might remember I mentioned this to my friend Rae right before I moved. Well, today marks exactly one month since I arrived in Houghton, and my exercise bike still sits unused (unless you count "storage rack" as one of the uses for an exercise bike). The only exercise I have gotten is walking the girls to and from the bus stop (one block) or carting laundry upstairs and downstairs a couple times a day. Oh, and there's that one time I decided to walk the girls to the park that's maybe three blocks away. But it is uphill both ways. Not even joking about that.
Still not enough.
It's time to make good on my word and get working out.
Right after I do the dishes and the laundry, make my bed and clean the bathrooms.