Watts Line - 1/30/08
Back in November, I signed myself and my guy up at the YMCA. I knew I might not make great use of the facility until after Christmas, but I did so as a jumpstart on getting a little exercise in the coming year.
I was right. I went to one yoga class once before Christmas and figured out pretty quick that I needed to get in better shape before I could do yoga. It takes a certain amount of balance, of which I am sorely lacking.
It is now the last week of the first month of the new year and the Hubster and I have finally bitten the exercise bullet. We showed up (that's always a good start) last week and hit the treadmills. I personally find exercise incredibly boring and my short attention span shows up real quick despite the high-tech, heart-rate-reading, speed-regulating machines.. The TVs in the room help some, but I tend to watch as many shows as are in eyeshot.
Glancing from TV screen to treadmill monitor back to TV screen makes me a little nauseous, but it passes the time. (Shouldn't I be able to do 30 minutes of exercise without entertainment? As it turns out, I can't. Or won't)
The deal I made with mine truly was to exercise 30 minutes a day for as many days a week as possible. He'd go and stay all day if I'd agree because he actually likes exercising. (I hold suspect anyone who actually enjoys working out.)
It worked great the first day, (even though it seemed a lot longer than 30 minutes.) And the second. It even worked fine on day 3.
I kept eyeing the pool and finally decided I'd rather swim. So last Sunday, the Hubster and I went to the indoor pool downtown and swam for 30 minutes. That was fun.
Tuesday night, I decided to give it another try. The Hubster is not as enamored of being in the water as I am (unless he's floating on the water - in a boat.) so he headed off to the weight room.
I would join in the water aerobics class, scheduled, I thought, to begin at 6 p.m. on Monday. As 6 p.m. came and went, I asked someone who appeared to be waiting for the same class. She indicated it didn't start until 6:30 on Tuesday. It wasn't Monday - I had gotten the day wrong because of the day off on Monday for MLK day.
So I swam laps (with generous side-of-the-pool-hugging-breaks - gasping for air like a fish out of water - between each one) for half an hour. By the time the class began, I was already shot, but the very energetic Jan Parsons, got us all going and at first it seemed pretty easy.
An hour a later I limped out of the pool, found the Hubster happily working out in the nearby weight room and urged him to take me home immediately.
It had been not 30 minutes at the gym, not 60 minutes, but 90 minutes - way over my self-imposed limit.
I apologized for holding him up, but of course, he was thrilled to have had a chance to work out for an hour and a half.
"I was having a great time," he said.
Today I'm getting mentally prepared to go back to the gym. Yes, even a 30-minute stint requires mental preparation.
I will probably do everything possible to put it off, but in the end I'll drag myself over there, the Hubster happily leading the way, and do something physical.
And next time I go to water aerobics, I'll start by figuring out what day it is first.
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