Like most people, I hate exercise most of the time, but just now I invented a new reason to hate it. You’ll have to wait on that for a minute…first, a back story.
I went jogging yesterday for the first time in two weeks because my chronic side stitch, otherwise known as “trusty excuse,” finally disappeared. Somehow I pulled my diaphragm or some other breathing muscle two weeks ago such that the pain that I usually get in my side while jogging didn’t go away when I stopped jogging. Like with most minor pains, I thought I was dying for a few days, and I usually feel like imminent death is a legitimate reason to relax and enjoy life as much as possible, which, for me, does not involve running.
Anyway, because of my declaration of intent to blog in my last post, and because food and exercise is one of my five focal areas, I decided that I would reward myself for jogging after work with a new entry about the experience. I had this whole thing planned that incorporated conversations from work, heroic interval efforts, and why “Seasons of Love” might not be the best song to put on repeat if you want to have any thoughts besides the number 525,600 for the next three days, but then I did something stupid. I revisited my aforementioned SparkPeople blog and discovered that my personal exercise posts easily get repetitious, and that annoyed me. So, I now hate exercise because it makes me annoy myself.
This raises an issue that will quickly become a theme for me, however. Although I think I can probably blame the exercise/annoyance dynamic on hormones (a much better “trusty excuse” than chronic side stitches), the essence of the annoyance was that my exercise posts began to lack originality after a while, and although I try to fight it, I really like being original, even when compared with myself. Which brings me to what I actually wanted to write about today before I needed some kind of false motivation to go running: our wedding album.
We’re making (or soon will be making) our own wedding album on a photobook website somewhere, most likely Adoramapix. Ever since I stumbled upon a hacky way to make pictures fade slowly into a black background in MS Publisher (the best program ever, and none of you can prove me wrong because I’ve yet to talk to one of you who’s actually used MS Publisher), I knew that our wedding album HAD to have this magic effect. So, for almost a year now, I have made zero progress on said wedding album because getting that effect to work in a format that translates to Adoramapix is tedious and miserable and, dare I admit it, not worth it? However, until this week, I had not been willing to give up on my fade-to-black masterpieces for the same reason that I’m now afraid to start blogging about exercise again: I wanted to be original. Using one of the pre-made layouts offered by Adoramapix would make my album decidedly like everyone else’s Adoramapix wedding album, so when we all get together to compare wedding albums, it would be like showing up wearing the same dress. Exactly like that.
Well, sneak attack; this post isn’t actually about exercise or wedding albums but rather about overcoming perfectionism, another pre-approved focal point. On Sunday, July 26, I decided to use one of Adoramapix’s layouts because I admitted to myself and my cats that, without taking a drastic measure like that, I would never have any wedding album, much less an original one. And the Adoramapix “Modern” layout is pretty awesome. And even if I can’t make it fade to black, I can recolor the backgrounds black. And no one else would ever think to do that.
So, to come full circle, I think it’s probably okay to also say something about my exercise experience yesterday even though I’ve likely already said something similar and it would possibly (but only possibly) annoy me if I read the similar things in quick succession. Unfortunately, by this point, I’ve forgotten what I was going to say, so I guess that means I’ll just have to exercise again.