Britt Burgeson | Thursday, March 18, 2010
It’s when I’m sitting at my desk watching “Lost” and Facebook chatting with friends (a Word document ambitiously open to give the illusion of productivity) that I feel the fiery judgment piercing from behind. I covertly glance over my shoulder and see them staring at me. I know that I’ll feel better if I put them on; slip my feet into those faithful Nikes knit with sweaty memories and whispered promises of endorphin highs and self-satisfied pride. But usually I just turn back to my conversation, guiltily ignoring their gaze. When I do concede, I’m tying the laces with reluctance motivated by remorse, not excitement.
What happened to me? I used to be fit, healthy (I still am — that never entirely goes away) but I’m “softer” than I was when I ran for the track team only six months ago.
I want to emphasize that this is about getting healthy, not weight loss. Being active makes me happy, increases my self-confidence and generates a sense of pride in my physical appearance. This is why I’d like to put together a group to keep each other accountable and make working out a social activity.
Send me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org if you are interested.
Pasquerilla West Hall