I read at the gym. So what?

I’ve always heard you’re not supposed to read at the gym. The reason being, if your eyes stay glued to the page, your body probably isn’t moving enough.

Wellllll… maybe.

I have never really read at the gym until the last few weeks, and I’m kind of digging it.
In between the one or two Zumba classes I can make it to, I’m stuck using the regular gym equipment for my workouts, and I’ve been beyond bored with them.

Nothing has worked. I’ve tried intervals, different music, etc.

So finally I decided I’d bring in my Nook – last resort. And, lo and behold, I stayed on the elliptical for 30 minutes. Stayed on the treadmill for 30 minutes. I wasn’t bored or rolling my eyes before I even hit the five-minute mark.

And I feel like I’m getting a good work out. My mind isn’t wandering or wondering when my 30 or 45 minutes or whatever is up.

I’m adding in a bit of circuit or strength machines to this, so my nose isn’t stuck in the Nook the entire time I’m at the gym. But it is helping me keep my million-miles-an-hour mind busy while my body is working out, and I really needed that.

Just finished up one book the other night and started on the next. More on those at the Scene Now blog soon.

Also, here’s another fun way I’m (about to start) working out: clogging.

I took clogging lessons for more than 10 years, and during my teens, my dance group, the Bonnie Todd Cloggers, danced just about everywhere. If you lived in North Mississippi between, basically, 1993-2001, you probably saw us perform at festivals, fairs, parades or other events.

It’s been more than 10 years since I took a clogging class, and a little less since I performed anywhere. But this Thursday I’m going to my first clogging class with a new teacher. I’m excited. With my weird and busy schedule, I’m hoping I can keep up the pace. I’m in much better shape than I was in high school (when clogging was my only source of a workout), so I’m hoping I can hold my own.

At the same time, I also completely tore up one of my knees clogging, and it still gives me pain. Here’s hoping I can whip it back in shape in time to dance at a Christmas parade or two this winter!