Still motivated I made it to the gym today at 2:30 this afternoon.
I headed towards the elliptical machines, I felt a sort of familiarity with them and thus was not intimidated. Hit the "quick start" button and off I go pedaling away. I endured 15 minutes of this on crossramp 17 (have no idea what that means) I felt good still, but decided in my mind that I was tired.
So off to the treadmill I go for a much deserved cooling off period. At this rate, I'll be on warm up mode for the entire duration, but hey, I'm there at the gym and that's huge. I shared a not so special 10 minute time with the treadmill on speed of 3, couldn't not use the incline mode for some reason, but I wanted to (doesn't that count).
Feeling guilty that perhaps 25 minutes was not much to brag about, I wobble over to the stairmaster. What ambition! What grandiose notion that I could do the stairmaster; and that's when the real torture began... 5 minutes later, not just by choice but sheer physical salvation, I get off the stairmaster drenched with my beloved sweat, weak knees and the inability to stabilize myself on 2 legs.
There! I worked out today for 30 minutes. Hardly justifies a trip to the gym, but after all it's only day 2.
To be continued if I'm alive tomorrow.
Cynthia
I headed towards the elliptical machines, I felt a sort of familiarity with them and thus was not intimidated. Hit the "quick start" button and off I go pedaling away. I endured 15 minutes of this on crossramp 17 (have no idea what that means) I felt good still, but decided in my mind that I was tired.
So off to the treadmill I go for a much deserved cooling off period. At this rate, I'll be on warm up mode for the entire duration, but hey, I'm there at the gym and that's huge. I shared a not so special 10 minute time with the treadmill on speed of 3, couldn't not use the incline mode for some reason, but I wanted to (doesn't that count).
Feeling guilty that perhaps 25 minutes was not much to brag about, I wobble over to the stairmaster. What ambition! What grandiose notion that I could do the stairmaster; and that's when the real torture began... 5 minutes later, not just by choice but sheer physical salvation, I get off the stairmaster drenched with my beloved sweat, weak knees and the inability to stabilize myself on 2 legs.
There! I worked out today for 30 minutes. Hardly justifies a trip to the gym, but after all it's only day 2.
To be continued if I'm alive tomorrow.
Cynthia
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