Resolution Revolution.

So the other night Kim and I were over at Rob and Carreybeth’s (our friends around the corner) eating dinner, and Rob asked if we had made any New Year’s Resolutions. Needless to say, we hadn’t. It hadn’t even occurred to me, honestly. I used to make resolutions back when I was younger (more idealistic?), but I just haven’t done it recently. Eh…

Still, his question got me thinking, and a few minutes later my jumbled thoughts had strewn themselves together and came spewing out of my mouth. “I have an idea,” I announced. “Why don’t we make resolutions for the OTHERS around the table?”

Blank looks all around.

So I explained the concept: Kim, Rob and I would come up with a resolution for CB. She, Rob and Kim would come up with one for me, and so on and so forth, until everyone has been told off how to improve themselves (or how much they suck, depending on how neurotic you are…). I don’t think I knew what a can of worms I had exploded, but thankfully it didn’t go over too poorly. (i.e., no one ran from the room in tears or flipping the other three off… well, no one ran from the room in tears, anyway…)

I won’t go into everyone’s suggestions, but I will share what they came up with for me. Because I like to go to the gym and go for a leisurely swim or a relaxing walk on the treadmill, Rob suggested that I actually work to get my heart rate up to where I’m doing aerobic exercise. I found the idea to be intriguing and enough to make me squirm, but I accepted it. (How could I not? I was the doofus who came up with the game in the first place…)

So for the past few days I’ve been at the gym, briskly walking on the treadmill for a half hour, getting my heart rate up to 130+ and so on. The first time I knew I was going to die. Just flat out have a seizure right there on the machine, in front of all the workhorses surrounding me (and THEY run at full tilt, mind you!). Alas, I didn’t die. Today I thought my calf would seize up (again, drawing gawkers galore…0, but it didn’t happen either (yet).

Lesson learned? Don’t come up with cute, novel ideas of ways to play with people’s heads unless you’re ready for them to poke around in your life first. Or something like that…

Mr. Universe (Kevin)