After a morning of serious procrastination, I finally put my big girl gym pants on, picked up my Minion party bag, put into it a CD ("Guardians of the Galaxy" soundtrack) and a DVD ("Jimmy Neutron:Boy Genius"), a bottle of water, and a pair of gloves for the free weights and walked to the gym.
"Dave" in the gym, already on the cycle, so I used the Precor treadmill for ten minutes. I'm not comfortable with it, having not used one previously, so all I did was walk at an easy pace while chatting with Dave. He's about the age of my daughters, and is a gentle soul. I didn't suggest putting anything on, as I've done it in the past when he's been there, and he seems to find having the television on confusing.
Dave wiped down the cycle and moved to the elliptical machine. I got on the bike, set it for my age and weight, and ended up with a hill workout somehow. It was suppose to go for 45 minutes, but at 20 minutes my bum was aching and I was racked with guilt about stuff not done. I put the program into a cool down, resistance level one, for a few more moments.
So, I got my thirty minutes in, and I broke a sweat, but I didn't feel that I'd accomplished what I'd set out to do, of getting a good work-out. I did report to the apartment manager that one of the treadmills had a non-functioning clip (fancy term for "it's missing its spring").
On the way back, I saw "Jean". She lives on the ground floor of my building, is about a hundred years old, and walks with a walker. (She even goes over the field to Fred Meyer to go shopping.) Jean walks a loop every day around the complex. We visited for a few minutes as she was headed out. "My daughter was here this morning, and we went for a walk. She wants me to walk more."
Lord, forgive me when I whine....
"Dave" in the gym, already on the cycle, so I used the Precor treadmill for ten minutes. I'm not comfortable with it, having not used one previously, so all I did was walk at an easy pace while chatting with Dave. He's about the age of my daughters, and is a gentle soul. I didn't suggest putting anything on, as I've done it in the past when he's been there, and he seems to find having the television on confusing.
Dave wiped down the cycle and moved to the elliptical machine. I got on the bike, set it for my age and weight, and ended up with a hill workout somehow. It was suppose to go for 45 minutes, but at 20 minutes my bum was aching and I was racked with guilt about stuff not done. I put the program into a cool down, resistance level one, for a few more moments.
So, I got my thirty minutes in, and I broke a sweat, but I didn't feel that I'd accomplished what I'd set out to do, of getting a good work-out. I did report to the apartment manager that one of the treadmills had a non-functioning clip (fancy term for "it's missing its spring").
On the way back, I saw "Jean". She lives on the ground floor of my building, is about a hundred years old, and walks with a walker. (She even goes over the field to Fred Meyer to go shopping.) Jean walks a loop every day around the complex. We visited for a few minutes as she was headed out. "My daughter was here this morning, and we went for a walk. She wants me to walk more."
Lord, forgive me when I whine....
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