Five ways to survive the Colorado Get Movin' fitness challenge
I've been obsessed with fitness ever since I can remember. Maybe it was because I grew up in the '80s, and activities for girls revolved around a pink-haired dog that pimped nail accessories and showing the world what we could do through the fine art of ribbon dancing. I took ballet, tap dance, ice-skating lessons and all of that shit. If I wasn't so busy in high school trying to be cool and discovering that people who liked the same music I did hung out on the smoker's corner, I might have been a cheerleader, too. (My mom attempted to make me try out for the Metro State cheerleading squad, because she didn't want me to be a loser in college. I declined and spent the next eight years getting a bachelor's degree in the dead art of journalism.)
Oh, Fergie. How I admire your bodacious body. And your white girl weave.
Though I no longer participate in any sort of dance or aerobics class -- for the record, I tried Jazzersize for a month because Groupon made it extra-appealing, but I sucked at following the lady with the tiny headset's instruction because I was too busy staring at her tiny headset -- I still love the gym. Seriously, I'm one of those jerks who say they just "love going to the gym!" But now that I'm getting close to week three of the Colorado Get Movin' Challenge, I'm realizing that even for someone like me, making sure I work out every single day is tough.
The idea behind Colorado Get Movin' Challenge is simple: Do some sort of physical activity every day from August 1 to August 30 for just thirty minutes a day, log your progress and win all sorts of cool prizes.
Getting rewarded for working out? I figured I had this competition in the bag. I mean, what's thirty minutes every day? I spend at least that amount of time tweeting, just while I'm sitting on the toilet, not counting the six other cumulative hours I'm spewing running commentary onto the Internet. I probably devote at least thirty minutes a day to curating my Instagram, too, to make the three days a week when I do leave the house with pants on look extra X-Pro II filter amazing.
But here I am, at day fourteen of the challenge, and I've already missed two days. Not that it means I've lost out or should quit, but it has been a big ego check: Committing to working out isn't always as easy as I pretend it is.
I'm not going to get all high and mighty and say I have the definitive answer that will make you love working out and get you into doing something you probably fucking hate doing. But there are a few things I do to make working out not suck, and I thought I would share. Here goes:
1. Make time to work out
Often, I hear people say that they feel like they don't have time to work out. While I generally scoff at this notion -- especially when I know how much time it can take an individual to binge-watch every season of Breaking Bad -- it is harsh and judgmental of me to underestimate how busy people with regularly scheduled lives are.
Just one episode of Three's Company equals 25 minutes of mini-tramp action!
But what if you took 25 minutes of the six hours of DVD-watching you do and added some exercise? Seriously, pencil it in. Even if that time is spent jumping up and down on a mini-trampoline while watching YouTube-pirated episodes of Three's Company, it's a workout. And making time to get your heart rate up, even if it's just for Jack Tripper's still-adorable antics, is way worth it.
2. Find a kind of exercise you actually like to do
If you think those people who go all the way to Red Rocks to torture themselves in public -- by working out on the stairs that no one likes to climb drunk during a concert, let alone sober when the stage is empty and the amphitheatre is just full of huffing and puffing weirdos in spandex -- are not doing the kind of exercise you want to do, don't do it.
What about rollerblading? Who cares if your friends think your fruit-booting ways are embarrassing. Screw them. Go for a blade on your own, or start a rollerblading club. There are plenty of people at Wash Park who would love to inline skate with you. (And PS: You should ask that guy who hangs out on the northwest corner of the walking loop, standing outside of his car wearing roller skates while his parked Corolla blasts Sheila E., to join you. He looks like fun.)