The sun is shining and the birds are chirping. Before I opened my eyes this morning, I thought for sure I would be trapped in a cartoon. Then something INCREDIBLE happened. Let me tell you about it...
This morning, I headed to the gym at 5:30 and I thought it was a mindless idea until I walked through the doors. The point of no return, or the point of pointless return, that is. My purpose was aerobics, but I had gotten the times wrong and it would put me late to work, so I began my workout. I headed for the stair master machine.
For those who know me, they know my personal battles with coordination when it comes to this bitch. Today, the room was near empty, so I decided to face humiliation once again and give it a try. Hands on bars...foot on bottom petal. Transfer of weight...and other foot on. I WAS THERE! Although in the back of my mind, I knew the most difficult part lied in my future. I began to move...everything going fine....I've got my rhythm, and I'm feeling great. After twenty minutes, my legs told me it was time to move on...so, I'm going to attempt this again. I stop, transfer weight to my bottom foot, step off my top foot to the ground, transfer weight and step off the machine. I'm OFF! I did IT!! I felt like Rocky climbing the stairs, and as I look around for a congratulations, no one is around. Ahhh well...
So, I headed to the weight training machines...only one other guy in the room. Muscular...nice....motivation for working out, if anything. So I began, station to station...working it out, blaring 80's hair bands in my ears (no judgment...) I'm feeling great. I'm working my triceps, lost in my own world (I won't tell you where my imagination takes me...I will lose all creditability) and I feel someone touch my shoulder. I caught the weights before they hit the ground and it's the guy. "Sorry...I think you have a phone call..." I looked at him strangely for a minute, I still forget that people tend to know me because of my job. It's a little freaky sometimes. Then even more freaked out, I head to the phone, who the hell knows I'm here...work.
Something that could have waited until I went in at 9, but whatever.
It was a great morning...!! I mastered the stair master. I KICK ASS! Sorry, I'll be done congratulating myself soon, I promise.
Answer me this, when is the last time you were proud of yourself and what was it for...?
This morning, I headed to the gym at 5:30 and I thought it was a mindless idea until I walked through the doors. The point of no return, or the point of pointless return, that is. My purpose was aerobics, but I had gotten the times wrong and it would put me late to work, so I began my workout. I headed for the stair master machine.
For those who know me, they know my personal battles with coordination when it comes to this bitch. Today, the room was near empty, so I decided to face humiliation once again and give it a try. Hands on bars...foot on bottom petal. Transfer of weight...and other foot on. I WAS THERE! Although in the back of my mind, I knew the most difficult part lied in my future. I began to move...everything going fine....I've got my rhythm, and I'm feeling great. After twenty minutes, my legs told me it was time to move on...so, I'm going to attempt this again. I stop, transfer weight to my bottom foot, step off my top foot to the ground, transfer weight and step off the machine. I'm OFF! I did IT!! I felt like Rocky climbing the stairs, and as I look around for a congratulations, no one is around. Ahhh well...
So, I headed to the weight training machines...only one other guy in the room. Muscular...nice....motivation for working out, if anything. So I began, station to station...working it out, blaring 80's hair bands in my ears (no judgment...) I'm feeling great. I'm working my triceps, lost in my own world (I won't tell you where my imagination takes me...I will lose all creditability) and I feel someone touch my shoulder. I caught the weights before they hit the ground and it's the guy. "Sorry...I think you have a phone call..." I looked at him strangely for a minute, I still forget that people tend to know me because of my job. It's a little freaky sometimes. Then even more freaked out, I head to the phone, who the hell knows I'm here...work.
Something that could have waited until I went in at 9, but whatever.
It was a great morning...!! I mastered the stair master. I KICK ASS! Sorry, I'll be done congratulating myself soon, I promise.
Answer me this, when is the last time you were proud of yourself and what was it for...?
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speedphreak:
I'm going to head to bed here before too long, you got time to chat for a few?
machine_boy:
I always go for the eliptical machine. My favorite is trying to stay on the machine when the ship is taking thirty foot seas. That's the real fun.