Wednesday, January 04, 2012
I bet you can guess what my New Year’s Resolution is! Yeah, it’s kind of obvious. Anyway, just before New Year’s, Mr. Assassin and I joined a gym! I know, right?
So Tuesday, I came home from work, changed my clothes (aka squish into exercise bra and hunt for a pair of sweatsocks – I haven’t seen any in 10 years) and announced to Mr. A (we always announce things in our house) that I was ready.
Mr. A couldn’t hear me over his sniffling and sneezing. Apparently, he was sick. And apparently, I was going to the gym for the first time – all alone.
Of all the types of (torture) exercise out there, my favorite has always been the (torture devices) machines. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it’s a system that’s easy (enough for an idiot like me) to follow. I’d like to think it’s because I’m interesting, but truth be told, I need total structure. And a line of machines in a logical progression works best (brainwashing) for me.
I did 30 minutes on machines (eternally grateful I didn’t know anyone there – or have my kids on hand with their facebook-posting capabilities). Then I did 20 minutes on the treadmill. And believe it or not, I had no problem figuring out how each machine worked, but almost burst into tears trying to operate the treadmill. Treadmills are HARD.
I got home feeling sore and somewhat satisfied with myself. By the time bedtime came – I was mainlining ibuprofen (but I don’t have a problem or anything). I threw in a couple tylenol PM as a chaser.
If I wake up in the morning and have 10% use of my limbs, I will consider this a success. I’ll probably be typing my responses with my ear, but oh well.
What are your resolutions this year (what strikes terror into your heart)?
The Assassin