So, I went back to the gym today. And when I say that I'm slow, I'm really slow.
Monday, I walked a half a mile on the treadmill, at a pace of 1.5 mi, with a 2.0 incline. Not a lot, but it was enough.
So today, I walked a half a mile, with the same 2.0 incline, but at a pace of 1.6.
So you know what that means, a quarter mile took me nine minutes.
Nine sweaty, painful minutes.
But I did the half mile.
I also tried the fly machine, which seemed really easy and simple, until I hit my tenth rep, at which point my arms started saying OMG WHY WHAT IS HAPPENING OMG IT BURNS OMG.
I did three sets of ten. Better than zero....
And I very seriously need to make the small investment in an iPod Shuffle, or maybe a Nano. Today's Bally's playlist included the following: Van Halen's "Panama", painful enough alone. That was followed by Phil Collins. WHAT is Phil Collins doing in a GYM? And that, friends, was followed by Vertical Horizon.
I hope you understand how painful that was to my ears.
I'm going back Friday.