Glistening by the Droplets
Monday, August 02, 2010
My team leader Darcey, from the Port Angeles and Surrounding Areas, put up a challenge for the first ten days of August.
I don't do well unless I have challenges, and between my injuries and laziness, I gained back some of the tonnage I tossed away when I was doing the Spark thing the right way.
This challenge is that we multiply the points we spin daily by 10, and do that many cardio minutes. If we spin a double digit number, then we do that many minutes. We do the cardio on our strength training days, too.
Sounds easy, huh!
So, loving challenges, I picked up the gauntlet and jumped right into it yesterday and again today.
Yesterday was a good workout. Only cardio.
Today I spun 7, so had to do 70 minutes cardio PLUS strength training.
Ok. I begrudgingly began, feeling like those 70 minutes were simply too much to ask of a chubby my age.
I turned on some good old rock and roll music, and danced and twisted for 23 minutes. I also got some jogging in during that time, plus did some jogging while I was doing the boxing strength training. Those 23 minutes sure took a long time!
This is tougher than I thought. I still had a whole mountain of minutes to go.
Then I moved over to the rowing machine, and did 23 minutes there. Row, row row you boat gets old after the first 5 minutes, too, but I perservered.
By this time I am not real fond of Darcey's idea.
On to the stationery bike for 24 hideous, torcherous minutes. My music shut off about half way through, and I was damned if I got off that bike to put more on. I knew I would ignore getting on the bike to finish my minutes, so I stay put on the bike, pedaling away.
I am seriously thinking about going over to Darcey's and let her know in no uncertain terms just what I think of this challenge, when something drops on my shoulder.
Now, we all know that women do not SWEAT. We GLISTEN. There on my shoulder was a drop of GLISTEN.
It's been too long since I glistened that much to form actual drops!
I am propelled into pedaling faster, and shortly, drip........another drop of glisten! My face is not glistening, and I can feel rivulets running down my cheeks, around my jaw line, where they form droplets of glisten to fall on my..........you know.
I pedal faster yet. I clutch the handle bars to get my heart rate reading. I am watching the miles pile up on the read out. I have forgotten about Darcey for the moment.
Then everything gets really whacky. Here I am, pedaling my heart out, glistening all over the place, and the heart monitor reads a heart rate of 58!
58???????? I continue to clutch it, thinking it would go up. It did. To 60 beats per minute.
You mean I am pedaling my butt off and glistening enough to slide off the damned machine and it only registers me at 60 BPM??!!
I must be dead. My heart rate is more than that while I am sleeping!
Now I am no longer thinking of doing Darcey in. I am thinking of how many more minutes I have to keep pedaling this stupid machine, and subtracting every second from the time I have left.
I count 100 "pedals". Took me almost 3 minutes.
FASTER! I count another 100 pedals, and cut my time, but not by much.
REALLY getting in to it, I lean forward on the machine, a death grip on the handles, and pedal like mad. 100 pedals, a bit faster.
And wetter. My glistening is out of control. I am soaked. I have 32 seconds left to go, and haven't even thought of doing a cool down.
However, when my time is up, I get off the bike, and then turn to my strength training. I do close arm wall push ups, kneeling ball roll out, leg lifting, a few yoga moves.
My skin is glistening so much it looks like I am made of shiny skin. Shiny Rosy skin. My blood is certainly flowing!
Then I do my stretching. I am finished for the day.
Do you HEAR that, Darcey? FINISHED. For the rest of the day.
Maybe tomorrow I will spin a 1. This getting in shape thing is either going to kill me or cure me.
Two days down, 8 to go!