One of my goals for the week was to try something new at the gym, so instead of veering towards the treadmill this afternoon, I hopped on the StairMaster. Before this afternoon, I had been on the StairMaster once before…at the peak of my health, my sophomore year of college. That was when I was working out for 45 minutes a day, running, and generally kicking my own butt with activity. I could handle the StairMaster then. But now?
Ouch.
I was on there for 25 minutes, at Level 2, and I actually had to stop 5 minutes before I finished, so that I could catch my breath. I am glad no one was working out right next to the heavy-breathing, sweating girl climbing 58 stories! But seriously, I did some intense glistening this afternoon.
And then, just for funsies, I went to a tone and firm class. Where our warm-ups were squats and lunges. And we did about 100 crunches. I like the big mirrors in that group exercise room, because then I can see my face turning different shades of red!
I also like the wisdom our instructor passed on as we were clenching our butts and pulling in the abs, “If you don’t squeeze it, who will?” Harsh, but good motivation:)
Touché Gym…touché..
