The Real Reason Why I Started Exercising… It’s most definitely not what you think.

Exercise The Lone Panda

Pandas, I will be the first one to tell you that I hate exercising. I loath it. I absolutely detest it. It is not my ideal scenario at the end of the day. It really isn’t. Either way despite all my protests, I have officially picked up running again. Yes, you read right. I have started running. But the real reason behind it might make you chuckle, or perhaps make you think that I’m totally crazy. Either way, I don’t really care. So BOOM in your face.

I was recently watching The Walking Dead and my mind started to wander. I don’t know if you guys do this but sometimes I put myself in the same predicament. I pretend that I’m there battling it out in whatever scenario, kicking ass and taking names. Anyway, as I was watching I thought, shit, what if some major disaster actually befell my world? I’m not just talking about zombies guys! Even though it could totally happen. No, I’m talking about natural and man-made disasters as well. What would I do? How would I cope? And that’s when I realised that my ass would be the first one to bite the bullet. I would be that slow hoe in the beginning of the story that let’s the viewers in on just a taste of what mayhem could ensue for the rest of the movie. The viewers would label me the idiot that ran up the stairs instead of going for the front door and bulldozing the bad guy over in the process. I didn’t want to be the prelude. I wanted to be leading lady.

Think about it! What if there was a Zombie apocalypse? How could my pudgy self ever outrun or out manoeuvre anything. So one day, I woke up and decided that I did not want to be that girl that dies early in the disaster film of life. Therefore, I started running. I wanted to train in case an actual catastrophic event were to rear its ugly head. I wanted to be that badass chick. You know, like Michelle Rodriguez but on steroids. That way I would totally be able to kick ass!

Okay, sure, I really needed to start exercising because I had become chunky. I had let myself go. It’s not a nice feeling at the end of the day. Unfortunately for me, the pang in my heart was stronger due to the fact that I used to be a lot thinner. Sometimes I would walk past a shop window and glance at my reflection for only a millisecond. And pandas, I truly wanted to gouge out my eyeballs. It really got to me. But like I’ve said, I hate exercising. So how on earth would I every get myself motivated? And that’s when I thought… shit, I’m going to do it for the terminator chick inside of me. I’m going to get fit and I will slay those zombies dead in their tracks. No one is going to take a bite out of me and live to tell the tale.

I know, you already think I’m crazy. Well, I guess I can be that quirky friend that you know, who obviously has a screw loose but entertains you nonetheless. Either way all I’m trying to say is, that if the general motivational tactics aren’t helping you with you goals, then start thinking outside the box. It has definitely helped me. And besides, I like running. It’s freeing and cheap! So if I have to train for the zombie apocalypse to get me motivated then that’s what I’m gonna do!

❤ Peace, Love and Train Like you’re gonna kill some Zombies. Yeeeeehaaaawwww!

Running zombie apocalypse

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