So after two months of time away from the gym, I decided that today was the day I would make my return. And I actually did. Even I was surprised! Not that I was there for long. OK, so I have not done anything remotely energetic for two months, not to mention that part of that included Christmas and who-ever heard of a diet at Christmas? So today, after lunch had settled (home made pea and ham soup) I threw on my gym clothes, strapped on my iPod and energetically jumped in my car to drive myself to the gym that is actually only two minutes walk down the road.
Upon arrival I do all my stretchy warm-up thingies and then hit the treadmill. For five minutes. Holy Crap I am out of shape! Before, I could easily pound away for half an hour on that thing. But not today. Two minutes in and I was red as an overcooked lobster and about as sweaty as an aerobics instructors buttock cleavage. I then decided cardio was not for me that day, so I hit the weights. I did the “pulling down thank God I shaved my armpits” machine, and the “flap my arms and squeeze my boobs in” machine. Those complete I decided to use my favourite machine of all. The Rowing machine. I did 1000 meters on it. Which is 3 280.839 895 feet. Also 1 093.613 298 3 yards, or 0.621 371 192 24 of a mile.
I’m gonna go with feet. J
I then decided to warm down with five minutes on the bike. A sit down like an armchair bike. By the end of all this I was so buggered I barely acknowledged the perky young girl behind the desk as she handed me my car keys. Mumbled a confused “hello” at the way too cheerful lady I didn't know sitting on the couch near the front door, slid exhaustedly into my car to drive that hellish 30 seconds back to my house. I’m walking to my front door and hubby yells out the window.
“WOW! You weren’t gone very long!” He opens the door and says “How come you were only half an h………” he see’s my beetroot red face and knows I’m not to be messed with right now. He steps aside and lets me in.
“Please don’t stab me” he says.
I’m going BACK tomorrow!