Frankitis

I look forward to the day that the guys at the office will let me into the building without making me do the Truffle Shuffle first (Goonies reference).

Seriously, the guys at work have been awesome. They're encouraging and supportive. They ask about my workouts. We joke around a bit and there's a fair amount of teasing involved, but it's all in good fun and it hasn't crossed the line. As far as I know, so far three guys from work (including my boss) are planning on running the Fort 4 Fitness 1/2 marathon. I couldn't ask for a better bunch of friends. They particularly enjoyed hearing about a new term from this morning's workout: frankitis.

Apparently, I'm not the most coordinated contestant. That whole thing where we march in place and punch upward during E.J.'s workouts? Well, we're supposed to lift up one knee and punch up with the opposite hand. I can hear "opposite arm, opposite leg" in my sleep, but that doesn't make it any more likely for me to get it right. Well, another contestant momentarily got out of sync and I heard someone say, "looks like someone's got a case of frankitis."

I think that's awesome. To me, it means "trying to do something hard and not stopping because you look a little silly or aren't exactly sure how to do it." I might look a court jester out there during workouts, but that doesn't stop me. I'm getting healthy.