You gotta move!

My pretty pink contract, with a beanie baby on it
so you don't see all the personal info,
Ya know, I gotta keep some things to myself!

I have been addicted to my computer and the people that live in it for sometime now, the addiction has been a good one, so enjoyable, and so very fun. However thru out this addiction I forgot something so very important, it is a simply 4 letter word, but yet so forgettable. I forgot to "move", it totally slipped my mind. I don't even think I thought of it. But the day game when the thought popped in my mind, pop.. pop, like a balloon being popped.

On one of my shopping Saturday's at the mall, my leisurely stroll thru the stores starting to take a toll on me, I found myself getting tired, my ankles began to hurt with every stride, my legs started to throb. I was so shocked that I felt this way, I began to worry. I kept this worry to myself as down deep I knew what it was, the shame I felt for letting myself down was growing with each day. I absolutely had to do something, but what? My thoughts continued. Should I diet? Should I walk? Should I buy a treadmill? Should I just stay as is? Should I join a gym? "What was the last thing I just typed"? A gym? Never!!!!

Out of all the questions I asked myself, the last question came true, I did it, I joined a gym. But how you ask (even if you did not ask, I am still gonna tell ya). My neighbor, with all her kindness and patience allowed me to join at my speed. The first step was asking her "you go to the gym on Franklin Ave, right" and that was it, the conversation began, and the thought was put into place. But wait, I don't have sneakers, so off to many stores I went with my patient SSO. One hour turned to two, two turned to three, by the fourth hour I found the pair that was right for me or maybe I just settled as the stress was overwhelming and the patient SSO was no longer as patient as he once was!

My four hour search, produced these Ryka Sneakers, cute dontcha think ?

It was on a Tuesday, I got a txt from my neighbor "did you get sneakers" "yes" I replied, her reply "when you are ready, let me know" my last reply "k". I was stunned she remembered, and added no pressure, just left it up to me. With all the leverage I could mustard, I walked into the gym and was met by a very young tanned muscular man with abs of steel, once my stare drifted off of him I focused on the task at hand. I told him I wanted to join, however there was one condition, no monthly payments, take it all upfront now, or I don't join. The next evening my neighbor came with me, showed me the ropes and so it began.

Sneakers, check!
Water, check!
Towel, check!
Gym clothes, check!
Membership scan card, check!
Socks, check!
Deodorant, check!
Ipod, uncheck, don't have one yet, but will be getting one soon!

Each weeknight, the treadmill and I have a date, we are starting slow as we have to get to know each other better, but slow is good cause then it will last longer. On my second visit, as I walk on my trusty new date, the treadmill, I hear my name being called, as I look up and clear the sweat, I see a old acquaintance, 10 minutes later another calls my name, and on it goes. It seems I am home, who would have thought!

As I leave the gym on my third visit, someone stops me and says "I love your sneakers" and I think to myself, "Ha, I guess it was worth the four hour search"

This date of mine has to continue, I have to make it continue. For my well being I must move.

Wish me luck!