When I gave up caffeine for Lent my body needed a new drug.  Apparently.  I started exercising around the same time and got addicted.

Never before had I enjoyed exercising.  I hated it in fact.  Ever since bench presses in seventh grade football practice.  Guys standing around laughing at me starining under the weight of the bar.  That’s all.  Just the bar.  No weights on it.  I hated it.

But these days, without the jock strap or the jocks present, exercising gives me a feeling I haven’t felt before.  Is it a high?  I actually crave it now.  Bizarre.

I’m not wanting to get big.  That’s not the goal and it’s not likely.  I want to be mobile far into old age.  And not so tired and not winded after wrestling my kids or running to my flight’s gate.  I want to be fit.  And for the first time since, um, ever, I am.  I’ve been exercising regularly enough, in fact, that I’m bored with the routine I’ve been doing.  It’s not hard any more.  So, Brody, partly to mock me (I think) and partly to inspire me (I think) sent me this little bar-raising video of a work-out similar (supposedly) to the one used to get flabby actors into shape for the filming of 300.

I like goals.  I need them.  Reaching them is more addicting than exercise or, dare I say, Dr. Pepper – and more satisfying.  This is my new one.  I want to be able to do this.  Without puking.  While listening to “It’s Raining Men.”

Who else is up to the challenge?

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