Excersizing

So if you could kindly refer back some posts ago you would see one of my goals was some ditty about going to the gym more (and if it actually wasn't, it should have been). For the past months, I've been trudging my booty to the gym at 10 in the morning. Yes, I know that is like the middle of the day but when one of your gym friends is seven months pregnant that's what happens. It also happens that she kicks your butt, but that's another embarrassing story and I trangress. We've been doing the elliptical machine for two plus months now. I, on like level 20 out of 25 levels, go for about 30 minutes depending if there's anything good on tv. I've been pretty proud of myself. Going to the gym, getting out of the house. It's the little things that become accomplishments when you aren't working. But again I trangress.

The other day, when I went with my friend who is not pregnant there weren't two open elliptical machines. Working out at the gym isn't the top priority for us, talking is. So the elipticals were obviously out. We decide to work it out on the treadmills. We go to the very end of the whole line of them, way off in the corner where you can't see the tv and no one is near us. Ten minutes later we finally get the stupid machines started (there are way more buttons on a treadmill than an elliptical). I'm just walking along, adjusting my speed/incline, watching Rachael Ray when my friends teadmill starts squealing. Loudly. Every freakin' turn. It's basically screaming to the entire gym.. hey look at those girls. It's embarrassing so I turn Rachael Ray up so I can pretend I have no idea why they are staring. She (my friend, not Rachael Ray) changes treadmills and I'm so relieved I decide I really should run on this treadmill.

Good idea except I can't remember the last time I ran. I do remember that I hate running and that Rick always makes fun of how I run. So no pressure, just increase my speed a little, turn the volume up so I don't miss a single addition of EVOO and go. And then my treadmill goes ka DUNk, kadunk, Kadunkadunk....continuously for every single part of my 1.25 miles. At frist I nerviously try and push buttons to fix it. Kadunk, kadunk. It doesn't work. Then it dawns on me. It asked me to put in my weight and I lied. That must be it. ka dunk. The treadmill isn't adjusted to me being three pounds heavier. kadunk. Obviously. kadunk. Except 1.5 seconds later I realize that's the stupidest thing I have ever heard. Oh well. kadunk. kadunk. Turn up the volume. kadunk. Rachael Ray is still on and boy, is she looking heavy. kadunk. Finally, my ordeal is over, my knees are weak, my legs are sore and my hearing is shot.

That is my day at the gym.

Then I found twenty dollars.

I really didn't but if I did the story might be better.