working my way back to you
I joined a gym this week. I thought you would like a glance into my workout diary. It involves candy corn and old people. I might be one of them.
Day One
I join the gym. I tell the owner cheerily I'm going to work out now. I go to my car to get my water and almost leave. I come back in. I look at the ellipticals and move on to the treadmills. I'm ten minutes into my walking (at a pretty fast pace, I must say), and a senior couple greets me and joins me on the treadmills. Stealthlike, I glance over at the woman's pace. 2.2 mph. I'm at 3 mph. I feel really fast. Yep, 3 miles an hour. That's 20 minutes a mile. After 30 minutes, I stretch while listening to Justin Bieber and I'm feeling good.
Day Two
I invite Blonde FunkNation to be my guest at the gym. It's a date! After a few handfuls of candy corn at home, I'm ready to go. This time we both get on the ellipticals. I used to do this all the time, I tell myself. Ten minutes into the workout, I move to the treadmill, leaving BFN on his own. There is a giant television over me and Jaxon Shipley is on the news. He motivates me. I push the incline button to 1.
30 minutes later, I stretch while BFN tries out the 360 Kinect in the gym. I am mystified by it. The sun is setting and it casts a pretty glow on the weight machines. Maybe next time. "Let's go to Starbucks," I say. Our workout ends with us drinking salted caramel mocha's in Target and me standing in line to buy a pair of Missoni socks. A nice ending to a nice week.
Day One
I join the gym. I tell the owner cheerily I'm going to work out now. I go to my car to get my water and almost leave. I come back in. I look at the ellipticals and move on to the treadmills. I'm ten minutes into my walking (at a pretty fast pace, I must say), and a senior couple greets me and joins me on the treadmills. Stealthlike, I glance over at the woman's pace. 2.2 mph. I'm at 3 mph. I feel really fast. Yep, 3 miles an hour. That's 20 minutes a mile. After 30 minutes, I stretch while listening to Justin Bieber and I'm feeling good.
Day Two
I invite Blonde FunkNation to be my guest at the gym. It's a date! After a few handfuls of candy corn at home, I'm ready to go. This time we both get on the ellipticals. I used to do this all the time, I tell myself. Ten minutes into the workout, I move to the treadmill, leaving BFN on his own. There is a giant television over me and Jaxon Shipley is on the news. He motivates me. I push the incline button to 1.
30 minutes later, I stretch while BFN tries out the 360 Kinect in the gym. I am mystified by it. The sun is setting and it casts a pretty glow on the weight machines. Maybe next time. "Let's go to Starbucks," I say. Our workout ends with us drinking salted caramel mocha's in Target and me standing in line to buy a pair of Missoni socks. A nice ending to a nice week.