I have this in-law who’s something of a bullshit detector.
It’s a new thing for me. Sure, my family recognizes BS but they’re generally far too polite to call you out on it.
Not the case with my husband’s aunt. We were visiting his family a couple of weekends ago and they asked if I was still running.
“No,” I replied. “Not since we moved into the new house. I find the running trails there a bit sketchy.”
Most of the in-laws smiled and nodded, but not Ms. B. S. Detector.
“Couldn’t you drive to the trails you used to run on?” she asked.
“Well yes, but he has the car most of the time,” I explained, gesturing to my husband, shrugging my shoulders and offering a would-if-I-could smile.
“Well, couldn’t you take a bus?” she countered.
The following dialogue occurred in my head:
Well, yes, but it’s winter and I’m shockingly maladjusted to the cold since moving back to NB from balmy Victoria.
Plus, my running shoes are flimsy, airy little things that are really more naked foot than shoe (see below).
And while I’d love to buy new shoes, my newly purchased repo home (that the previous owners did their damnedest to destroy) means I’ve got a whole lot of money tied up at Home Depot and none for the Running Room.
Instead, what I blurted out was: “I’m making excuses!”
Dear hubby’s aunt smiled and nodded knowingly. Conversation rolled on, but the exchange stayed with me. Was that really who I had become? One of those horribly annoying people with an excuse for everything?
I stopped running when we started seriously househunting. I’d get back into the routine once we settled into the new house, I told myself.
And then we moved into the new house. Settling in, it turned out, was going to take many months so I still didn’t run. Worse yet, I stopped working out altogether. And it was easy to do because inside my head the excuses were endless.
There’s just too much to get done on the house. Working out will have to wait.
It’s impossible to keep the house clean with all these renovations. Too dirty to work out.
It’s winter. I’m cold all the time and could use an extra layer of insulation. I’ll work out when it warms up.
And all that excuse manufacturing worked pretty well. Until the in-law called me out.
Since then I’ve done a few workouts. I’ve dusted off my dumbbells and Turbo Jam DVD. Today I did the Women’s Health: Ultimate Fat Burn! workout DVD and am now moreorless chairbound with lower body muscle pain.
(The “!” at the end of the DVD title is a forewarning of the vigor with which you will utter four-letter expletives as trainer Amy Dixon leads you through endless squats (%&*# !) and lunges (@$#&!) that turn your lower half into quivering jelly.)
It’s been feeling pretty awesome. That’s the funny thing about working out. You always feel amazing when it’s over, but beforehand you’ll do pretty much anything to get out of it.
Including making a barrage of excuses.
Thank God for bullshit detectors.