it’s true…i can’t even believe i said it, but there is no use in denying the truth.
i picked it up a few notches last night
and what i mean by a few…is ALOT.
my whole life i have hated the elliptical.
and i think that the word hate is an understatement.
even hating it…i did purchase one years ago believing that if i owned one, i would have to use it.
sure at the beginning of that love affair i was on it.
i hated it. i dreaded it. 15 minutes seemed like a lifetime.
it didn’t matter if i was watching tv, or listening to music. i just hated it.
if i could have had a glass of wine in one of my hands perhaps i would have felt differently at the time lol
it became my closet of sorts…or my hamper.
it was a fancy clothes holder, that’s what it was.
so when i went for my assessment at the gym, my personal trainer said i should be able to work myself up to an hour on the elliptical.
she said this after getting me to do it for 3 minutes.
i thought – whatever lady. stop the crack.
the other day i thought i would give it a go. i was on it for 35 minutes
i loved it.
i am not too sure what changed inside of me…to actually say that i enjoy it…
i really don’t know.
i loved everything about it. the jello legs, the heavy breathing…the sweating…
(i am talking about the gym people, not bedroom antics – mind outta the gutter!)
so back to the gym i went yesterday.
did all my ab work out and weights and hopped on the elliptical
which to my great joy (NOT) is right in front of a mirror.
all of a sudden i heard that jerk in my head telling me i wouldn’t be able to succeed without him training me etc.
i kept hearing that sing song voice in my head that i should be able to do it for an hour…
so off i went.
different things flashed through my head…like all the cute bikinis that will be coming out this season…my trip to Texas, summer, cute clothes
and i kept going and going…
and i kid not when i say it was not even a struggle.
i didn’t do an hour on the elliptical. i did an hour and one minute.
eat that jerk face.
and i felt freakin’ amazing…i could have kept going…but i didn’t
a couple of hours later…trying to get up from the couch was fun
my knees ached something fierce…
i didn’t think much of it…
i woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink
and i felt like i was just hit by a car. and i have personal experience with that feeling…
i felt like i blew out my knees!!! crazy. and not fun.
i woke up this morning…feeling not bad at all. my knees are a little sore…as is most of my body – especially my lower back.
but i feel amazing.
i cannot describe how i felt after my work out yesterday.
it’s an unexplainable high…like a drug.
i see how people get addicted to working out…because at the end of it all…you just feel so absolutely amazing.
why didn’t i discover this sooner???