Becoming Un-Lazy

A few weeks ago there was a "code blue" at work while I was on shift, and I happened to be one of the code nurses that night.  So I put on my running feet and quickly scuttled on down to the ER...
And by the time I got there I was seriously winded!  The ER is literally just down the hall from my unit, and it's only a moderately long hall too.  But I was tuckered out.  Then they put me on compressions and that was it, i was spent.  By the end I was afraid I was going to need resuscitated!
I can't say I was totally shocked, I can be lazy.  But really, that's bad.

Tim, on the other hand, is looking forward to running a marathon next year and has had himself on a jogging schedule.  It's starting to get pretty chilly outside though, and about the time I had my near cardiac arrest, Tim was starting to talk about wanting to look into indoor workout options.  So.  We drug ourselves around town the other day and found a sweet deal on a gym membership...

Now, Tim at a gym makes sense.  But me at a gym is comical.  You would think that as a nurse I would be super vigilant about a healthy, active lifestyle.  But I'm really not.  I like bacon way too much and am completely awkward even attempting any type of fitness activity.  It's terrible.  This morning I got my first use out of my gym card, and I think I might see if I can get a hold of the security camera footage.  I'm sure me floundering around on the elliptical could make for some quality entertainment.

But my best foot is forward, so, gym, here we come!  Back in my dancing days I used to really like a good workout.  It's got to be in there somewhere still, I'm sure if I dig deep I can find that joy in pain (I mean exercise) again.

I will not, however, give up bacon.  It means too much to me.