A Change

While a new year approaches, it is time I make a change in my life. Sorry to dash your hopes, but I will still be that lovable attention whore you've come to cherish. You let me be Mariah Carey-ish. I make you feel "normal". I understand my role in your daily affirmations. Our symbiotic relationship is okay with me.

Let's take a moment and go back in time shall we? Five years ago, I couldn't run fast for more than fifteen minutes without feeling like I was going to have a heart attack. I would huff and puff with the feeling that my heart was about to jump out of my chest. I distinctly remember playing my brother in basketball and declaring, "I am too old for this shit!"

Not anymore. My body has become very well conditioned from intense tennis cardio. My reputation on the courts (besides being too competitive) is that I can chase down everything. What was once "chicken legs" morphed into solid muscle machines that propel me at lightening speed.

While all this cardio has kept me very fit, I miss the thickness in my build. I used to have nice arms, beefy quads and an impressive chest. Now, my body is built well for speed with very toned muscles all over. I now cringe with how lean I have become. I miss the thickness.

So, today I made a vow to curtail my tennis addiction. Rather than play tennis five days a week with no gym time, I have chosen to rebalance things a bit. My goal is to workout AND play tennis three times each week.

To spur on this new goal, I joined a gym that is only a block away from where I work. I'll have absolutely no excuse to not make it to the gym. I have even hired a personal trainer today. He is dropdead gorgeous. Yes, I am in love and my heart is fluttering like butterflies. Don't worry. This high school girl crush will end the moment my ass belongs to him in the gym. Three days a week. Gulp!

If I can get away with it, I'll slyly snap a pic with my iPhone. Just remember: you can look, but you can't touch. Don't make me crack your jaw with a baseball bat and throw you in a garbage can. I'm talking to you Pam Smidley!