I decided on Friday, the last time I was at the gym, that I'd go back today. As usual, I started the day by resisting the idea. To overcome the ambivalence, I concocted a new little trick to play on myself. I chose to make the grocery store my first errand, but, "just in case," dressed for the gym and put the membership card in my pocket. By then I knew I'd get to both destinations. To teach myself a lesson, though, about wanting to weasel out of the gym, I went from the store to the Y with the shopping cart** (took it for the many heavy items on my list), which made me feel like a peasant. I don't like feeling like a peasant.
The gym monitor started me on the Cybex Arc Trainer, my first time using it. I began at way too high a resistance level and too fast for my ability. I gradually decreased resistance and speed, but by then, it was too late. I stuck it out for 10 minutes, but it was a death wish. Next time I'll start on the Cybex at a sane pace and resistance level.
After some rest, I embarked on the recumbent stationary bike for 20 minutes so that I I'd have a 30-minute total. At 20, though I was close enough to four miles that I did another minute to reach the mark.
Tada! Am I obnoxious enough?
** It may take a Noo Yawka to know what the cart is.
Edited by: SYLPHINPROGRESS at: 4/21/2013 (18:16)
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