So, back in the day, when my Pops was still around to torment me and drive me insane, he and I would play this stupid game. At least, back then I thought it was stupid. Now, I’m not so sure.
It was the “Five Minute” game. If you didn’t like what you were doing, keep doing it for five minutes. JUST five minutes. If you still didn’t like it? Then you stopped. If it wasn’t so bad, then you went on. I can remember being little and him telling me that rule for everything, be it for playing a game, doing homework, reading a book I wasn’t crazy about, whatever. Keep it up for five minutes, and then, if you don’t like it, stop.
Well…his birthday is tomorrow, and I’ve been thinking about him all week. He really popped into my head this past Sunday when I was at the gym.
See, I’ve got this love hate relationship with the Eliptical machine. I love the fact that you can burn so many calories, but I hate the fact that it’s hard as hell for me to use it. I’ve also got this…issue. I like being in the last row of whatever, so nobody’s staring at me while they’re working out.
I know, I know, people aren’t staring at me, they’re just off in their own little world doing their own little thing. But, I have issues. Then again, my issues have issues, so, yeah.
But, on Sunday as I got off the treadmill, I thought of my Pops and stared at the Eliptical. Just five minutes. I could do five minutes, couldn’t I? yeah, I’d just walked an hour (and for me, let’s just say that’s a miracle and leave it at that) but…
Five minutes.
And the only machines open were in the very first row, where people could stare at me. What’s funnier than a fat chick on one of those things, huffing and puffing away?
C’mon Shoop, it’s just five minutes…
Have I mentioned I talk to myself a lot? Well, I do. And I did that day as I hauled myself up onto the machine and began my quest for five minutes. And it would have been ONLY five minutes. Except when I reached the five minute mark, I didn’t feel so bad. So I went a little bit more. Just two more minutes, for a total of seven minutes on that thing, but…I did it.
And yeah, it wasn’t amazing and all that jazz, but now I’m thinking when can I do another five minutes?
Thanks for the lesson Pops. Miss you.
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