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Conversation with the Exercise Nazi

As many of you know I have committed myself to a 100 mile bike ride in June.  

I like the word committed, it sounds exactly like what should happen. 

Well a very big part of participating in this ride is training. Training that requires me to increase my miles each week.  Along, with increasing my miles, I am increasing the time I spend on a bike, obviously.

You may have not noticed but this has not been the, "Best Week Ever." By Friday I was not in the mood to do a 30 mile bike ride. In fact, I pretty much had decided that the whole idea of riding a bike 100 miles was, STUPID.

In fact, I spent a lot of time on Friday, convincing myself of the stupidity of the whole thing.  I wasn't going to spend any more time on that stupid bike, training for a stupid bike ride, that I didn't want to do.  Because it was, 

say it with me, 

STUPID!!

So I picked up the phone and called the Exercise Nazi, to tell her she was, STUPID, and I quit. However, she had the audacity not to be home.  Which meant I had to leave a message, "Hey Exercise Nazi, call me when you can."

A few hours later she called back and left a message because I wasn't home.

I called her back, she wasn't there AGAIN, this time I said, "YOU CAN RUN BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE.  CALL ME."

A few minutes later she called me back...

me: Hi

EN: Hi

me:  I need to talk to you 

EN: okay

me: I quit!

EN: You quit?

me: Yes, I quit!

EN: Quit what?

me: Quit, quit, the whole STUPID idea of me riding a 100 miles. I quit.

EN: Umm, No.

me: Excuse me, but I'm pretty sure I quit.

EN: Nope.

me: Yes

EN: Krissi, let me explain this so you understand.  You are not quitting. Even if I have to throw you into my bike trailer and strap you down, you will participate in this ride. Do you understand?

me: (Contemplating if she really would tie me down and hall me in her bike trailer. Decided she would.) Ummm okay.

EN: Great, it will be Fun.

me: January is screwing with your brain it will not be fun. 

EN: You will love it.

me: Whatever

So I guess I'm back to being, "committed," to a 100 mile bike ride. Unless, I move. Change my name, and find a way to hide from the Exercise Nazi.

Any ideas?

By the way did the stupid 30 miles.

She kinda scares me.


Comments

Angie said…
I feel your pain, really I do. :) I will be cheering for all of you at home laying in bed. Hee hee. You are doing a good thing! I may join you next year if you decide to do it again.
January 10, 2009 at 1:29 PM
Willow said…
Um, my dedication has been wavering this week (okay for about a month). Bad lungs = hard to breathe = dizzy and falling off the bike in less than 8 minutes = haven't been to the gym in longer than I care to admit.

I think the whole idea is totally awesome; I just doubt my ability to pull it off.

So my question to you is... You don't have a bike trailer do you?
January 10, 2009 at 2:22 PM
Heather Bowles said…
Okay so I am also a little scared of her. I gave blood yesterday and found out after, that I would not be able to do my 50 min on my bike, so I made sure and got it in this morning. I did not want to get in trouble.
January 10, 2009 at 10:32 PM
Amos said…
You are awesome Krissi!! That is great that you did the 30 miler even though you didn't want to. I feel your pain. Just keep the finish line in your mind cause as soon as you cross that finish line on race day you are going to feel such a great sense of accomplishment and a feeling unlike you have ever felt before. Go get um tiger! Again you are AWESOME!!!!
January 12, 2009 at 4:26 PM
Sharla said…
HA HA HA.. THis conversation reminds me of so many of the conversations we had when we were 15. I'm going to be laughing for a while.
January 13, 2009 at 8:26 AM
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