My Quest for Glory (and a Better Lung Capacity)

My Quest for Glory (and a Better Lung Capacity) |

I rode my bike for the first time in forever yesterday, and honestly, it's a miracle I didn't die. Yes, I know how pathetic that sounds. Unfortunately it's only a slight exaggeration. I made it a little farther than a mile and was about a third of the way home before I had to stop. I walked the rest of the way. My legs shook, my lungs burned, my throat felt like it was closing up. It took everything I had to make it home, collapse onto the couch, and guzzle a ridiculous amount of water. My Fitbit couldn't even tell me what my heart rate was because it was so high. My dog whined while I ignored her in an effort to learn how to breathe again.

The last time I was in shape was when I did gymnastics about 15 years ago. Yeah, that would put me in elementary school. Again, pathetic. In high school my AP Bio class did an assignment where we all tested our lung capacity. Mine was the lowest, and that's saying something considering three people in my class had bronchitis at the time.

There have been times over the years where I work out for a couple weeks or so, but just when things start looking up, I quit. I'm thin, and relatively healthy, so there's no immediate need for me to get in good shape. It's not an excuse; it's just the way my brain works. I'm a procrastinator. If I don't need to do something immediately, I put it off. I hate that about myself, and I've tried to change, but I can never seem to make that change stick. (There's probably a psychological reason for that, but that's a whole different story.)

After yesterday's bike ride, I felt terrible, not just physically but mentally. I need to make a change. I'm hoping that writing about it here will make me feel accountable, even if it's to Internet people I've never met. So here it is: I'm making a pledge to work out at least three days a week. Some days I'll bike, some days I'll do yoga. I might even try out Orangetheory Fitness. People keep telling me it's amazing. Bottom line, though: I will get in shape if it kills me. (Wouldn't that be ironic?)

What do you do to stay fit? How do you keep going even when you don't feel like it? Any tips would be greatly appreciated. I need all the help I can get.