I worked out for the first time today in months. The situation was getting serious.
It was exactly three months until the first day of summer, and I was struggling to make it up the stairs. I mean, I could make it, as long as no one talked to me for ten minutes after the stairs had been climbed. As long as I had a ten minute recovery period, I could calm my breathing enough to make it seem like I’d just finished a short marathon instead of a long one.
Something had to be done, and sadly lying in bed and devouring waffles and grilled cheese sandwiches was not the answer. So, with the moral support of my roommate, I waddled out of the comfort of our apartment and towards the elevator. It had been a long time.
It was +12 degrees out and sunny, so we were bringing our workout onto the roof of our apartment building. We started off with some jumping jacks. I hopped up and down, looking out at the Toronto skyline. The CN tower appeared to be jumping up and down with me, but I guess it was just my imagination. It wasn’t fair that it could stand in one spot its whole life and be so shapely. Who knew you could feel jealousy towards inanimate objects?
Anyway, my roommate was better at working out than I was. She was more motivated, even after working all day. But, if I’m being honest with myself, maybe I’m just saying that so in case she decides to read this, she may offer me another one of those cinnamon buns that she made a couple of days ago.
Our workout was put into jeopardy when a couple came up onto the roof to do some barbecuing. I ran around our rooftop in circles, breathing in the scent of hamburgers. I was no better than a dog. I found if I pretended I was actually running towards hamburgers, instead of just running around the roof in circles, my legs picked up the pace. Funny, because I was sure they had nothing left in them. They were dead.
But, it didn’t matter because I was ready for the beach. Who needed legs when I could lie on a towel all day? I would never be more swimsuit ready than I was in that moment. Working out once to prepare for the near nakedness of summer was enough.
When I arrived back in the safety of my room, I collapsed into my desk chair. I was never going to leave my room again. It didn’t have a window, but I could look at my yellow blanket whenever I missed the sun. Maybe I could get Vitamin D from things that were the colour yellow. Have any studies been done? Anyway, I had all the exercise I needed in here, climbing up the ladder to my loft bed.
I devoured a cinnamon bun, followed by two eggs, two avocados, and a large chunk of cheddar cheese. I would have a waffle later for dessert.
I may not have been able to promise that I would make it back to the gym before the start of summer, but I knew I could promise myself a delicious waffle smothered in whipped cream and syrup tonight. I mean, lets be honest, who needs a summer body when you can have waffles?
It was exactly three months until the first day of summer, and I was struggling to make it up the stairs. I mean, I could make it, as long as no one talked to me for ten minutes after the stairs had been climbed. As long as I had a ten minute recovery period, I could calm my breathing enough to make it seem like I’d just finished a short marathon instead of a long one.
Something had to be done, and sadly lying in bed and devouring waffles and grilled cheese sandwiches was not the answer. So, with the moral support of my roommate, I waddled out of the comfort of our apartment and towards the elevator. It had been a long time.
It was +12 degrees out and sunny, so we were bringing our workout onto the roof of our apartment building. We started off with some jumping jacks. I hopped up and down, looking out at the Toronto skyline. The CN tower appeared to be jumping up and down with me, but I guess it was just my imagination. It wasn’t fair that it could stand in one spot its whole life and be so shapely. Who knew you could feel jealousy towards inanimate objects?
Anyway, my roommate was better at working out than I was. She was more motivated, even after working all day. But, if I’m being honest with myself, maybe I’m just saying that so in case she decides to read this, she may offer me another one of those cinnamon buns that she made a couple of days ago.
Our workout was put into jeopardy when a couple came up onto the roof to do some barbecuing. I ran around our rooftop in circles, breathing in the scent of hamburgers. I was no better than a dog. I found if I pretended I was actually running towards hamburgers, instead of just running around the roof in circles, my legs picked up the pace. Funny, because I was sure they had nothing left in them. They were dead.
But, it didn’t matter because I was ready for the beach. Who needed legs when I could lie on a towel all day? I would never be more swimsuit ready than I was in that moment. Working out once to prepare for the near nakedness of summer was enough.
When I arrived back in the safety of my room, I collapsed into my desk chair. I was never going to leave my room again. It didn’t have a window, but I could look at my yellow blanket whenever I missed the sun. Maybe I could get Vitamin D from things that were the colour yellow. Have any studies been done? Anyway, I had all the exercise I needed in here, climbing up the ladder to my loft bed.
I devoured a cinnamon bun, followed by two eggs, two avocados, and a large chunk of cheddar cheese. I would have a waffle later for dessert.
I may not have been able to promise that I would make it back to the gym before the start of summer, but I knew I could promise myself a delicious waffle smothered in whipped cream and syrup tonight. I mean, lets be honest, who needs a summer body when you can have waffles?