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What fits your schedule better – exercising 1 hour a day or being dead 24 hours a day?

Friday, October 16th, 2009

blog imageI read that question this morning and it stopped me cold.  My number one excuse for not exercising is . . . I just don’t have time.  I want to work out.  I pack my workout clothes in a tote bag that pretends to be a gym bag and bring them with me to work, but something always comes up.  An unexpected meeting.  Lunch with a friend I haven’t seen in forever.  Fatigue that sets in like fog over the Golden Gate. 

Before I know it, I’m putting it off until tomorrow.  One more day won’t hurt anything.  How much bigger can my butt get in one day?

Besides, my kids need me.  They need to see me. 

Yes – they need to see me healthy.  They need to see me taking care of myself.  They need me alive and well and strong, which only exercise can accomplish.

So, off to the gym I go, or around the big West Jordan block for a 3-mile run.  And with every step, every imperfect, too-tired-to-run-today step, I love them.  I love them, and I love myself and I love life. . . life loves me. Life and I fairly fully agree.  Life is fine.  Life is good. ‘Specially mine, which is just as it should be . . . (Thank you Scrooge.)

So c’mon – let’s lace ‘em up.

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The Goddess of Late for Work

Friday, August 21st, 2009

I woke this morning at 2:45.  That’s what time I always wake up.  I turned the alarm off (can’t risk the snooze at that time of day), but I just couldn’t get out of bed.  I lied there looking at my husband, listening to him breathe.  His face was so masculine, so broad and strong, his breath so steady.  I just wanted to admire him for a few minutes.  A few minutes wouldn’t make me late.

Then Ethan (my 4-year-old) appeared at the door.  He couldn’t sleep.  I tiptoed him back to his bed (shaped like Lightning McQueen) and lied down with him until he fell back to sleep.  Another 15 minutes. 

I was almost in the shower when Aiden (my 2-year-old) started to moan.  His soft complaints turned into screams for Mama.  I threw a bottle in the microwave and got back to him before he woke the whole house up.

It was 3:45 now.  I would have just gotten dressed and come to work, but I had to shower. HAD TO!  (It was a hot night in the kitchen the night before.) So I jumped in the shower, fast as I could, threw on jeans and a T-shirt (sometimes I’m really grateful I’m on the radio and not television) and ran out the door.  Still got here in time to read a few stories before we went on the air.

Now here’s the kicker.  With my hair as curly as Oprah and no makeup on, my coworkers said.  “Oh my gosh – you look 20-years-old!”  (That was Mary.)  Grant said, “Man!  You look cute today.”  Grant?  Are you feeling alright?  I looked like I got dressed in a truck stop.  Then the guy at the store said, “Hey – how YOU doin’?” and I knew I was on to something here.

Maybe it was the love expressed that made me late.  Or maybe there’s something to the I-don’t-have-time-to-do-my-hair look.  Or maybe a face sans makeup is just good once in awhile, but the Goddess of Late for Work was workin’ this morning.

My suggestion – try being late next week and let the compliments come pouring in.

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