sweat

to the little gym downstairs. Did the stationary bike to warm up. Then stretched. Then walked for 20 mins, then another 10 on the bike, and ended with more stretching. I realized that there isn’t ever a time when I regret going to the gym after the fact. It’s not like eating too much, or staying up too late, or drinking too much, where after the fact you go, “Wow, that was great at the time but I’m not doing that again.” It’s the exact opposite. I finish thinking, “Wow, I feel so great, I need to do that every. single. day.” So, I’m gonna work on that.

Just a little one, but the loop I do has some good hills. I didn’t exactly sweat (just a bit), but I did break my inactive streak of not exercising intentionally at all. And my butt muscles are sore, so that’s always a good thing.

Sweat. That’s my new goal. Like I am doing now. I just packed up my ipod, water bottle, camera (you never know when the urge will strike to document), keys to home, keys to gym, and said to my mom, “I feel like I’m forgetting something!” Walked down to the gym. Open the door. Realized I forgot my book. Walked back across the parking lot. Got my book. Back to the gym. Walked for ten mins on the treadmill. Got off and stretched for two. Got back on for 30 more. Noticed a woman come in and realized she was on the eliptical behind me. Then worried about her having the unfortunate sight of watching my tubby butt bounce if I tried to run. Worried about breathing obnoxiously loudly, without being to hear it through Paul Simon in my ears. Then thought, fuck it. Do what scares me. And ran. For only minute or less sprints, but ran three times. Which induces sweat, apparently. And meanwhile read incredibly aspiring things about astrology and the Universe and how it is all about balance. Thought how if I keep this up, I might not feel like a little stuffed sausage in my corporate wardrobe that I have to wear 5 days a week, starting Tues. Walked slowly for the last ten mins, cooling down, trying to act like I knew how to properly work out. Looked at the woman next to me, who had moved from the eliptical behind me to the treadmill next to me. Thought about how life sucks for her because the sun was shining right in her eyes. Thought about saying it to her, to break the awkward gym silence that annoys me. Didn’t and just kept listening to my ipod. Got off and stretched for a couple minutes. Noticed how my muscles weren’t as tight, and much more flexible than stretching 30 mins ago. Amazing how things work how they should. Then walked back across the parking lot, feeling successful.

At the moment, a delicious sandwich. And as soon as that is a bit further along, I am going to walk my tubby butt down to my little apt. complex gym and hope that there are no strange men in there to stare at my tubby butt. Then I am going to get on the treadmill and walk for a while, and then see how long I can run. I used to walk/run 4 miles, and it felt SO good. I am quite a ways from doing that far yet, but my goal is to build up to that. I remember being on the treadmill and pushing myself… just a few more seconds, just another mile. It was good for the soul.

This week. Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. And I don’t think I am done yet!

today for about 50 mins. Although I didn’t want to and had a bad attitude about it!! But got out there and did it. I just need two more times before Monday to meet my 3xweek goal. Even if it’s just 20 mins in the gym.

I have lost two pounds as of weighing myself last week, and working out twice. I am going to go with the thought that my working out is the reason… so I will keep doing it. :)

Warmed up for 10 mins walking.
Stretched. Damn it feels good.
Walked (and actually RAN for two little spurts!! Holy crap I didn’t know my feet could do that still!) for 25 mins.

Two down one more to go for this week.

All ready for tomorrow. I am going to go back to the little gym to walk after my interview tomorrow. I woke up this morning feeling sore in muscles I never knew I had, and it feels soooo good. My goal is to do 3x per week. One down, two more to go.

doesn’t quite fit for going to the gym one time… but I’m on my way.

Baby steps…. My goal is to just go and do anything for 15 mins. Then once I’m there, the hard part is usually over. John Travolta once said that this was his philosophy on working out- just tell yourself that you will go for 15 mins and do anything.

I did today… 10 min warm up.
Stretched.
Looked at all the weight machines I didn’t know how to use and tried to imagine knowing how to use them.
Went back on the treadmil and walked for 2.25 ish miles for about 35 mins, and slowed down for 5.

I forgot about the natural high that comes with getting active. I thought only some good drugs could do that. Yay me.