I've been thinking about it for quite some time.
A few years ago I had a membership.
I always felt better after I went.
I loved the elliptical.
So, here I am Sunday afternoon:
Since I'm in shape - round is a shape -
I decided to start with the treadmill.
You know, ease into things.
Hey, you know what - this is great!
I'm loving this!
You know what - I can handle the elliptical.
No problem, right?
WRONG:
Oh my God.
It was so hard.
So freakin' hard!
I thought my head was going to explode
right off my body and go shooting across the room.
I made it to 7 minutes then I
went back to the treadmill.
I was all sweaty, my curls were all frizzy,
and I was trying to recover from a near heart attack.
At the 30 minute mark I said, "Ok, that's enough."
I go into the locker room to find THIS in the mirror:
A big frizzy haired tomato!
I looked horrible.
I could NOT walk out of there like that.
They would call an ambulance for sure.
I was so embarrassed.
I put on my sunglasses and scarf and
walked out.
......but you know what......?
I went back again yesterday.
Aren't you proud of me?
