It hurts!
Well, E and I went today to the Y again...not sure why. I hurt! All over. Even places I didn't know you could exercise. So instead of lifting weight (yeah, yeah...I would have added weight this time), I walked on the treadmill for 45 minutes.
There's something for the hardy of heart...the treadmill. You walk up to this huge contraption and push on the power. It will do one of this things:
a) Buck you off when it turns on high,
b) Make you stutter-step until you catch up with it, or
c) Plant your face into the computer board as it decides that you wanted to run...not walk. *sigh*
Anyway, I managed to walk at a pretty good pace (for me) and even added quite a bit of incline. (I just ignored those people who were running next to me up a huge incline...hope their machine bucks them off..HA!). I walked/jogged for the 45 minutes, thinking...this isn't so bad. Then I had to stop. That part was easy, you push stop...and the machine pretty much stops on a dime. I was ready for that. What I wasn't ready for was my legs acting like they were noodles. Hello? I step off the machine to get the wipe-down stuff (remember: Always wipe down the machine when you are finished or the wipe-down police will get you...not to mention that mean little old woman who keeps watching me **shudder**). Sorry...back to the legs. Mine stopped working, they thought they were related to spaghetti!!! I managed to get them pointed in the right direction and go very slowly to the wipe down stuff. By the time I got back to the machine and wiped it down, they started to behave.
E and I decided that it was getting too crowded, so we left. I got home and figured that since I was up and moving (although slowly) I would weed out one of my flowerbeds. I have a cool little stool and got busy. About 30 minutes into it, I had to get up to get some water (notice: no soda)...and found out that I had left my legs back at the YMCA. I couldn't stand. E came out when he heard my meager calls for help (hey! I didn't want the neighbors to know!). He just grinned and helped me up and to my lazyboy. Do you know how many soaps are on now?? Wow!
It hurts...but in a good way... *sigh*
There's something for the hardy of heart...the treadmill. You walk up to this huge contraption and push on the power. It will do one of this things:
a) Buck you off when it turns on high,
b) Make you stutter-step until you catch up with it, or
c) Plant your face into the computer board as it decides that you wanted to run...not walk. *sigh*
Anyway, I managed to walk at a pretty good pace (for me) and even added quite a bit of incline. (I just ignored those people who were running next to me up a huge incline...hope their machine bucks them off..HA!). I walked/jogged for the 45 minutes, thinking...this isn't so bad. Then I had to stop. That part was easy, you push stop...and the machine pretty much stops on a dime. I was ready for that. What I wasn't ready for was my legs acting like they were noodles. Hello? I step off the machine to get the wipe-down stuff (remember: Always wipe down the machine when you are finished or the wipe-down police will get you...not to mention that mean little old woman who keeps watching me **shudder**). Sorry...back to the legs. Mine stopped working, they thought they were related to spaghetti!!! I managed to get them pointed in the right direction and go very slowly to the wipe down stuff. By the time I got back to the machine and wiped it down, they started to behave.
E and I decided that it was getting too crowded, so we left. I got home and figured that since I was up and moving (although slowly) I would weed out one of my flowerbeds. I have a cool little stool and got busy. About 30 minutes into it, I had to get up to get some water (notice: no soda)...and found out that I had left my legs back at the YMCA. I couldn't stand. E came out when he heard my meager calls for help (hey! I didn't want the neighbors to know!). He just grinned and helped me up and to my lazyboy. Do you know how many soaps are on now?? Wow!
It hurts...but in a good way... *sigh*
posted by Hockey Mom | 12:58 PM
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