return to the gym
So when I discussed the gym-going with Ron on Friday, he insisted that I not put it off and go right away, which I did that night. Frankly, he was a little too enthusiastic.
Since I find the treadmill a little more of a workout that mere walking, I also decided to go every other day to sort of figure out my schedule. This means I also went Sunday morning, later, because they don’t open until 10.
Which brings me to today, being the first day I got up early to head to the gym. I was really, incredibly tired yesterday and last night, even though I stayed up some with Emma, then continued to read. The time I had in my head to get up was mostly pushed aside with the thought, “If I wake up, I’ll go. If not I won’t worry about it.”
I was wide awake at 6:45.
Sure, it was a little later than I intended, but I would have had to drag my heels in such an obvious manner as to not even fool my subconcious to skip out on not going. I even tried to delay myself by making a pot of coffee for Ron when he got up, but nope. Still left plenty of time. So I went.
Kathleen was behind the counter, and I asked her if she thought since 30 minutes on the treadmill to me seemed harder than 30 minutes of walking, did she think I could just do 20 mintues?
“You really should do 30,” she told me with A Look.
“Slavedriver.” I grumbled.
“Yeah?” she said with a twinkle, “You ain’t seen nothing yet!”
So I did the treadmill for 30 minutes. I even did five minutes of fast walking in the middle. At the end, I briefly miscalculated the second I had left, and let go of the sides. Oops. I did indeed hit the wall behind me. (but it was a small bump, really)
While I was downing most of the entire contents of my bottle of water, Kathleen remarked how she couldn’t go the whole half-hour without sucking back some herself. “Well,” says I, “I’m having a hard time walking without hanging on, so let me figure out one thing at a time.”
Anyway, I still feel a little disoriented when I get off the thing (even now), but overall I feel pretty good. Half my brain is saying how great this is, and I should do it more often, maybe every day, and earlier. The other half of my brain is going, “What are you, NUTS?!?!?”
I guess I am.
2 Responses to “return to the gym”
Heh. I’d be the devil on your shoulder rooting for the “Are you nuts?!?” side.
BTW, I should maybe introduce myself. I’m Deb, a.k.a. VeggieMama on LiveJournal. I came to you by way of santosha. I come in peace. Unless you try to steal my beer, in which case I’ll be forced to kick your ass.