So, my body is physically rejecting the idea of exercise. I threw up on my bike ride yesterday. I didn't fall, but I threw up. I am not sure which is worst. And remember when I did that really stupid thing in the winter and cross-country skied 4.5 miles up Millcreek canyon to the Yurt? Yea, threw up there too. OH and let us not remember that one time I threw up in spin class. I haven't blogged about this because I have tried to suppress that memory. It was like 6 years ago and I somehow managed to run out of the class and throw up in a garbage can in the middle of the gym. AWESOME.
I am 99% sure my body is screaming at me "EXERCISE IS NOT FOR YOU! I know you really want to keep up with your friends and all that physical activity that they do, but I just don't see it in the cards for you. Accept it and move on."
Surprisingly, I'm not ready to accept defeat just yet. Now I just need to plan my workouts around when I wash my hair and I should be good to go.
And if you think I am kidding with that last sentence, you don't know me very well.