I Spun an 8 on Day 3
Tuesday, August 03, 2010
Well, here I am, on Day 3 of the Port Angeles and Surrounding Areas Team challenge. I seriously doubt I will live till day 4, to say nothing of Day 10!!
Spinning 8 means I had to do 80 minutes of cardio today. Yesterday I did 70, and nearly died then. The very fact that I am writing this means I lived long enough to reach today.
I have this thing about challenges. I can't do much without one, and when I get one, I go hog wild.
Today I timidly approached the spin wheel, hoping for a 1 or 2. Those would be manageable.
BUT 80????????? Ye Gads!!
I tell DH that I will probably divide it up throughout the day. But then I get started in with a cardio video by my nemisis, Nicole.
Some of you may know about my encounters with Nicole in the past, and I think you know what I think of her and her "easy workouts", her "ten minute workouts" and especially her "boot camp" video.
The woman is out to get me. I just know it. Today was further proof.
I do the kick boxing video, or at least KIND OF do the kick boxing video. I do okay at the beginning, keeping up with her just fine.
This was the marching in place part. Then she speeds it up, and I am doing fairly well with that too.
I can even do the side kicks, keeping up. that's because I was hanging on to the desk while doing them.
The front kicks are a little bit more of a challenge for me, so I begin goose stepping all over the house, kicking out at each step. Of course, I am not getting my legs up nearly high enough, but I am beginning to glisten, so I don't stop.
I manage to get through that video and stupidly click on her jump rope one.
Right. Me. Jumping rope. I don't have a rope (probably a good thing for Nicole), but it is okay. I can pretend to have one in my hands.
Ok. She starts me out with little jumps. I forgot to put my sports bra on, and soon realize I can't twirl the rope and jump, because I have to hold my bouncing balls. But at least I jump.
Nicole puts on this smiley face which I have learned to distrust with good reason, and she says to jump higher.
Listen, Funny Girl. This jumping thing is getting out of hand. I mean, at least I am getting both feet off the ground at the same time, which is a major accomplishment.
Lift my knees higher?? Right. I jump about 2 inches higher, hanging on to my hooters, for about 90 seconds.
Rivulets of glisten are running down my face and in my eyes. I don't wipe them away for fear of losing my grip on my boobs, so I get stinging eyes, which cause tears.
I am in great shape here, I want you to know. I am jumping around like an idiot with my eyes tearing up due to the glisten pouring in them, hanging on to you-know-whats, and she says "Remember to BREATE!".
She actually expects me to be able to do this all at ONCE? Doesn't she know that my ship is sinking??!!
God shows great mercy, and the jumping stops. We are back to a marching step now. I can reach the towel and wipe off my face while still marching. Two things at once.........not bad, eh?
Okay enough of that nonsense. Time for some low impact aerobics. To Rock and Roll music.
Somehow, the music betrays me, because I am doing aerobics to the beat of "At the Hop". This is not low impact! thankfully, the song finally ends, and my glisten is back running down my entire body now.
I get that finished, and still have time left to reach the challenge.
This will NEVER end!
DH saves me by having to go to town and he needs me to go with him. Ok. I use the opportunity to be sure to clip on my timer and pedometer, and off I go with him.
Just curious, I peek at the pedometer as we pull back into the driveway.
Proof there IS a God! I did 1.5 miles in 41 minutes.........exactly what I needed to complete the 80 cardio minutes today.
I'm saved. Until tomorrow. That damned spin better be under 3!!!