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!
Hooray! This is not easy, but at least you made it. I have had an ankle injury that has kept me away for over 3 months. I was planning, like you to get 'er done and now I have a dang cold! So, here is hoping for at least by the end of the week.
ReplyDeleteI sweat just thinking about looking up my nearest gym on the internet.
ReplyDeleteGood for you to at least get out there and have a go ... not for me though. I prefer vegetate quietly on the sofa with a bar of chocolate.
Isn't going back to the gym the worst? At least you're going back again. I always debate just quitting. I was going to start two days ago, but then the heater thing happened. Tomorrow is the day for me I think.
ReplyDelete@Jules Hope you feel better soon. Once you go back it gets easier. Except for the day after... OW MY ARMS!
ReplyDelete@Symdaddy mmmm chocolate...
ReplyDelete@Paul It is! especially the day after. My muscles are hating me right now :(
ReplyDeleteBravo for actually having the resolve to go to the gym! I like to 'pretend' walking down Swanston St in Melbourne is my 'exercise' (though more often than not I tram it) haha. And tennis is only once a week, hmmm....I think I need to get more exercise lol
ReplyDelete@Ruth Hubby made the insane suggestion yesterday that I should WALK to the gym.... PFFFT!
ReplyDeleteGood for you. Not familiar with the "armpit-booby" machine. Is it new?
ReplyDelete@A&G LOL! It's been a pain for me because I had an injury in my right arm and could'nt use it for a while. It's good for the flabby bits under your arms and your boob muscles :)
ReplyDeleteOMG THIS WAS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNY!!! LOL!!! Hey it is a START!! I love the "cleavage" comment and the fact you drove "30 seconds down the street!" This was hilarious! xoxo
ReplyDelete@Caren, hubby thinks I would like to walk there... I. Dont. Think. So. :)
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