Who knew?

Yesterday was classic 'permission to fail' day.  It was one of those days where I wandered around the house, knowing I needed to do the things on my to-do list, yet doing nothing.  It wasn't until 2pm that I finally got my hiney in gear.
One of the things on my perpetual to-do list is 'exercise'.  This is one that I normally look at, then skip over. Frankly, I hate to exercise.  You know how we have heard that our dread of housework stems from when we were young and housework was doled out as punishment or had to be done before we could do anything fun?  My personal theory on the loathing of exercise is that it goes back to gym class!  For me - that totally sucked!  We were forced to make fools of ourselves in front of God and everybody under the guise of exercise, lest we get a bad grade (which usually happened anyway).
Anywho, I digress.  I feel the need to exercise for several reasons.  1)  I am only 44 - I shouldn't be this achy in the morning, 2)  I have my first grandbaby on the way :D, and want to be super-nana, and 3)  I am blowing up.  Not working and my constant close proximity to the kitchen are really starting to show!
So, I went downstairs and sat on the floor.  I tried to remember all of the stretching exercises that the girl's basketball team used to do before practice in high school (my sister was on the team, I was the lowly statistician).  I should have put on "Urgent" by Foreigner and "Centerfold" by J.Geils Band - that would have transported me right back to high school in my mind.
The ironic part is that after some mild stretching - nothing strenuous - I felt so much better, physically and mentally!  I'll be damned!   Exercising even that little bit made me feel better, and I went on to accomplish several things on my list without dreading them - Woohoo!  Not sure whether it was that I just needed to get this dreaded task done before I could mentally move forward, or the whole endorphin thing.  Whatever - it worked!
I suppose it's all about working on changing those old perceptions.  Throwing out the 'I hate this but gotta do it anyway' attitude, and looking at exercise as a way to improve myself.  I did it for me this time, not for a grade.  Will it stick?  Don't know - hope so - I am discovering that my life is a worthy cause.