Hating the Routine

Like many of you, I often start a work-out hating it. Then I loosen up and actually get something out of it. I think it's part of being an overly-analytical, self-conscious, introverted academic.
For example, I played golf (yes, I know, how embarrassing) on Wednesday afternoon. Gorgeous day, nice breeze and I am always paralyzed on the first hole. I played badly until the 4th hole, because I kept thinking of ways to get off the course (need a bathroom, headache, too tired--all not true.) And because I was too shy to play badly in front of a stranger who was paired with us. (Always the good student, I hate when new people see me perform poorly.)

In a spinning class yesterday, I was self-conscious because I don't like riding a simulated bicycle. I think it's ridiculous to pretend you are riding a mountain that doesn't exist. Maybe I don't have much of an imagination--too much politics and theory on the brain. And the music was sooo loud and annoying. But then I had to say to myself--just get into it and get the best work-out you can.

It kicked my *ss. And golf ended up being really fun and relaxing.

I think my problem with exercise is learning to turn off the analytical part of my brain and let my physical being take control. And being ok with the fact that I am not naturally athletic. So, today I'll go back to the gym and try something else new and work on turning off the braniac inside.