Friday, March 09, 2007

Ohhhh.....a Gime!



Man oh man - I started at the gime yesterday. It was an OK start. Nothing outstanding. I am trying really hard to keep expectations low on track. I always have a habit of going in with grandiose ideals and falling way short.

The plan was to do a half hour on the Life Cycle and another half hour on the treadmill. I only got the first part done. My legs were a little jelly-y when I was done. Granted I pushed myself pretty hard. On my real bike, I do about 13 miles per hour. I was averaging 22. I'm not sure if I was doing 'better' in the gym because there were others around or it wasn't in the showiness of nature.

One thing I have to remember to do is to put my towel over the Life Cycle display. It distracts me beyond belief. I don't need or want to see how much longer I have to go in my ride. Or if a hill is coming up, or how many miles I've gone and calories I've burned. I just need to plug in the iPod and do my thing.

Tomorrow I'll just do the treadmill. Then the elliptical. Eventually I will work my way up to weights and such. These guys I work with are into the boot camp training and core strength training. I am so not there. Certainly not in front of other - and others I know and have to see daily. There is a class called 'gentle yoga'. I might have to check it out.

I did forget how much I hate the locker room. Oddly enough I don't mind changing back into my work clothes or showering in front of others (oh, don't get all dirty on me and I have nothing to be ashamed of.....you know.....down there) - but for whatever reason changing into my workout clothes is odd to me. I'll assume this uncomfortableness will pass.

I need to and want to keep up with it. I just have to get over the fact that no one really cares what I'm doing there. I can't let it be like aerobics back when Morty and I did it eons ago....as funny as that all ended.

2 comments:

Sue said...

It is great that you started! Hooray for you! Yay! I will nag if you don't go tomorrow. Okay?

rebecca said...

Jesus! You couldn't do an HOUR of aerobic training your first time out in ... shall we say... months? Wuss.

GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK! Crikey.