Exercising in my Underwear
When I was growing up, I used to spend as much time as possible at my friend Erika’s house. She was (and is!) an amazing friend, lived on a lake, cute boys lived next door, and I would literally spend 3 and 4 nights in a row at her house.
It was heaven.
And nearly every morning, we’d wake up to Erika’s mom (let’s call her “Connie”), exercising in her underwear.
I’d walk out of Erika’s room to get something to drink in the morning, and Connie would be sweating to the oldies in her bra and underwear.
I was totally startled the first few times, but Erika assured me that this was normal. And Connie wasn’t a bit self-conscious “It’s just like your swimsuit” she’d say.
It’s probably important to note that to this day, “Connie” denies exercising in her briefs – but I know what I saw.
Fast forward 18 years (can that be right?), and my body is a mess after having these kids. Most troublesome to me is my leg issue. I won’t bore you with medical jargon, but I have some killer veins and blood flow problems that will not be going away without surgery. In the meantime, my legs hurt.
Which leaves me with two options. Option 1 is to take motrin round the clock, wear my sexy compression hose and still be in pain most of the time.
Option 2 is to do intense exercise every single day. Not the taking the kids for a walk around the block or playing in the backyard kind of exercise. But – Jillian Michaels, 30-day-shred, I-might-die kind of exercise.
I started with option 1 – and tried to squeeze in some exercise every few days. But it wasn’t making a difference in how my legs felt. And those compression hose are so not fun. (It takes rubber gloves to get them on and off – no lie!)
So a few months ago, I decided to stop messing around and just start exercising every day. But with three kids this age, finding time to get my butt kicked by Jillian isn’t always easy.
Until I remembered Connie exercising in her underwear. And for some reason that made all the difference.
Now – as soon as my little darlins’ hit their beds, I race to the basement and turn on Jillian.
Then I strip down to my underwear, nearly die for 20 minutes, take a quick shower, put my regular clothes back on and move on with anything I was hoping to do with naptime.
I used to somehow take 45 minutes to change into my workout gear (check email, comment on blogs, mess around on facebook), which would oftentimes lead to someone waking up early from nap and me missing my workout.
But with my new exercising outfit, I haven’t missed a workout in weeks. And my legs haven’t hurt a single bit for over a month!
An added bonus? I’m not adding to my huge laundry pile by dirtying exercise clothes.
Thanks for being my inspiration Connie! I never would have thought to exercise in my underwear if it hadn’t been for you!
And since there’s no one home, I couldn’t get a picture of me exercising in my underwear. But – I’m pretty sure that I look something like this: