Today is my 12th day on Tamoxifen and so far I haven’t experienced any side effects. It’s great news because this drug drastically reduces the chances of my cancer coming back! Of course, now that I am announcing to the world I am tolerating this drug, I’m may be jinxing my luck.
Thank goodness my life is really getting back to normal. I am back to work full-time and back in the gym. Oh my, I have totally forgotten how hard it is to get back into an exercise routine. I worked out yesterday and now I can hardly move!
Over the last couple weeks I’ve been telling Romeo I am going to start working out THAT day, but every day I came up with some excuse why I didn’t go. So, yesterday was the day! It was Friday and a beautiful sunny day, so it seemed like the right time. Plus all morning I had been psyching myself up to go, so at lunchtime, I jumped in my car and headed toward my gym.
I walk in and the girl at the front desk gives me that look like… do we know each other? After she scanned my badge she notices I haven’t been there since early November. I can see in her eyes she believes I am a slacker and classifies me as one of those New Year Resolution people who will only workout a couple weeks and quit.
I wanted to scream at her I have been a dedicated gym member for the past FOUR years and the only reason I haven’t been coming is that I had CANCER! But of course, I just smiled and start walking to my favorite treadmill in the Cinema room. Yes you heard that right… my gym is really cool and has a room setup like a movie theater except it has workout equipment instead of chairs. I love to run in that room because I totally lose myself in the movie and forget I am even running.
Okay, so I get to “my” treadmill that I’ve been using FOREVER and some blond, tan, young, fit chick I’ve never seen before is running on it. AND she has the cutest workout outfit on that I’ve ever seen. I am totally devastated because (1) I’ve lost my treadmill and (2) my workout outfit has obviously become out of style in the last 60 days (not to mention a little baggy in the waist thanks to Dr. BK). I guess she picked up on my jealously and just smiles. So I begrudgingly go to the next treadmill and start setting my things down when she leans over and says, “Ma’am, I think that treadmill is broken.” That’s just great because the rest of the treadmills are occupied!
At this moment, I consider just leaving and going home defeated, but I can hear Romeo in my mind asking me why I didn’t work out and reassuring me I will feel better once I get back into my old routine. So I walked into the main part of the gym and selected a treadmill next to someone who was walking slow and wearing a less cute workout outfit than mine.
I finished my 5K, but it took a few more minutes than usual. Okay, it took a LOT more minutes than usual because I was walking most of the time, but, it was a start. At least I went to the gym instead of going to Chick-Fil-A, right?. It’s the beginning of my new normal and I was proud even if I was wearing an outdated workout outfit. Next week I’ll get there earlier to reclaim my treadmill, in an updated outfit, with a spray tan and show that chick who is Boss!
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