pushing through
today was my third day in a row at the gym. i couldn't be more proud of myself. or more in pain. the first day i went, i did 30 minutes on the treadmill. i felt okay afterwards, but i wouldn't say i felt like i 'worked out'.
so yesterday, i thought i'd step it up a notch. i decided to go for the elliptical machine. "mel can do it", i thought. "why can't i?", i thought. i'll tell you why. the machine is a torture device. 4...yes, 4...minutes in, i had to get the hell off that thing. wtf?!? my breathing became labored, my legs like jelly....4 whole minutes in. urgh. off to the treadmill i went, hoping against hope that my legs wouldn't give out on me, causing me to fall on the treadmill, and shooting me back into the machine behind me. well, they didn't, and i was able to do 25 more minutes on the treadmill. then a few arm strength thingies. i definitely left feeling i had worked out.
today, i was determined to at least double my time on the elliptical. 9 minutes later...WOO HOO! even a small victory is a victory, right? well, THEN....i was meeting with a trainer to do a trial run with her. she is going to teach me how to stay in shape with boxing. she kicked my ass. as soon as i got home, i stretched, then collapsed. my arms are grumbling from the boxing, and my legs are screaming from the elliptical. how the hell can a total of 13 minutes cause so much pain???!?!? and i'm determined to go back tomorrow for more. i must be insane. or motivated.
either way, i'm pushing through. through the workout shit, and the fog in my brain. it feels good to have other things to focus on.
so yesterday, i thought i'd step it up a notch. i decided to go for the elliptical machine. "mel can do it", i thought. "why can't i?", i thought. i'll tell you why. the machine is a torture device. 4...yes, 4...minutes in, i had to get the hell off that thing. wtf?!? my breathing became labored, my legs like jelly....4 whole minutes in. urgh. off to the treadmill i went, hoping against hope that my legs wouldn't give out on me, causing me to fall on the treadmill, and shooting me back into the machine behind me. well, they didn't, and i was able to do 25 more minutes on the treadmill. then a few arm strength thingies. i definitely left feeling i had worked out.
today, i was determined to at least double my time on the elliptical. 9 minutes later...WOO HOO! even a small victory is a victory, right? well, THEN....i was meeting with a trainer to do a trial run with her. she is going to teach me how to stay in shape with boxing. she kicked my ass. as soon as i got home, i stretched, then collapsed. my arms are grumbling from the boxing, and my legs are screaming from the elliptical. how the hell can a total of 13 minutes cause so much pain???!?!? and i'm determined to go back tomorrow for more. i must be insane. or motivated.
either way, i'm pushing through. through the workout shit, and the fog in my brain. it feels good to have other things to focus on.
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