Day One: Goal Met!

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So at 9am today, my wonderful and *ahem**cough**cough* supportive husband asked what I was going to do today.

I’m going to the gym!

You are?

Yeah.

With who?

Me.  And Timmy.

(gives me a look)

What?  You think I’m NOT going to go?

Yeah.  you won’t.

Oh Yeah?  Watch me.

So at 9:35 I finally got out of this lovely chair, changed into some old yoga pants.  I decided to forgo the underwear, as I didn’t want to be digging them out all morning.  I tossed the kid in the car seat and off we go.

Oops, I drove passed it.  Damn, turn around.  I go in, sign me name, and ask the girl behind the counter if my membership card is in yet.

She asks my name.

Janet GXXXXXXXX.

Hmmm, I don’t see it.

I think it would be ready by now.

When did you sign up?

January.

(gives me that look)  That’s really sad.

I know, thanks.

So now I have my lovely gold membership card.  Go me.  I drop the kid off at the child care center, which is really just a room with toys.  That’s what I get for joining the cheapest gym in town.

So I trudge up the stairs to the treadmills.  Goal:  fast walk/run on the treadmill for ONE HOUR.  I pick one in between a 50ish year old and a 60ish year old women.  I start with a good incline (2) and a fast pace of 3.  after 10 minutes I decide to run for 5 minutes, maybe even 10.  First off, the yoga pants are about 6 years old, have been through 3 pregnancies and just aren’t made for movement.  So instead of worrying about the ultimate wedgie, I am now pulling up my pants because every 5 steps my ass crack begins to show.  Great.

Run, the 50 year old has been running for about 5 minutes, so this will be a peice of cake.  OHhh, cake! Focus!!!!  About 2 minutes into the run, my lungs are on FIRE.  FIRE, BURN, FIRE.  Holy crap!  My rationalization was that I can walk around Wal*Mart and the Mall for hours, this would be cake.  CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!  Damn it.  I somehow made it to five minutes.  I burned 120 calories, did a mile, all in 15 minutes and 22 seconds.  That’s sad.  Back in the day, I ran a 7 minute mile.  Damn it.  Oh, yeah the 50 year old is still running.  Crap.

I decided to go to the circuit room, so that I didn’t look like a complete wimp.  I did some legs, some arms, couldn’t figure out the crunch machine to save my life.  I went back up to the treadmill, hung onto my pants and walked at a nice slow pace for 10 minutes, watching the end of People’s Court.

I even ate grilled chicken with tomatoes, baby spinach leaves, and low-fat mozzarella for lunch, with NO dressing!  Go me!

Tomorrow:

1.  Wear better pants

2.  Stay on the treadmill for 30 minutes

3.  Bring music

4.  Bring towel

oh, and I asked the lady behind the counter if there was a scale to weigh my big butt.  She said it was broken.  Thank goodness.

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3 responses »

  1. Good for you! I told myself I was going to work out this morning too, but I let myself down. I’ve been spending $75 a month for a gym I never see the inside of. Now that school has started maybe I can get in to some type of routine. Keep up the good work!

  2. Yay Janet!!! I couldn’t have done it even though I need to, I most likely won’t lol!! Keep up the good work and let us know how it goes!

  3. Yay! I went today too. I got on the treadmill for a little bit and then did the machines. I could have stayed longer but I got bored with no music and only closed captioning to read. The me time is nice and I finally feel ready to commit.

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