Jake's work bought us passes to the Natatorium. It is a great perk and so nice not have to pay the money to go BUT...I have a difficult time getting motivated. I used to work out a lot before I had children and a hubby. It is not that I don't care about my body because I do. It just seems like I have been so busy for the last 5 years. So, getting back into the swing of things has been a bit of a task. We took a guided tour (it is a new facility since I was here). It was a Thursday night and I swear every single person in there was buff and they all had tight arses. I felt extremely out of place. I think I started to break out in hives. The toothpick girl who was showing us around demonstrated all the equipment. I started to sweat just watching her and I think I was even a little sore the next day. I think I've been to the gym once since then...I can't even remember. I mostly just stared at other people. Oh, I did do the rowing machine for 20 minutes and I walked a few laps. It is pure torchure to me. This morning I planned to go to the gym. I wanted to get up early but I didn't wake up until 7:35, when Jude woke me up to tell me he wanted me to fix him "breakwast". I finally rolled out of bed around 7:55 and headed down stairs. After getting Jude a bowl of cereal and turning the TV to Dora I went down stairs to check my blogspot & myspace. Well, you all know how that turns out. I spent the next hour or so making a slide show on Myspace. Then Elise woke up. I run up and get her and decide I need to get these kids ready. I thought since I was going to the gym I shouldn't shower until afterwards, in case I break out in cold sweats again. While I am getting them dressed Jude tells me there is someone at the door. I didn't really believe him so I went down to check it out and sure enough there was someone at the door. Two someones. The Jehovah Witness ladies. It was too late. I had been spotted through the window. I politely opened the door. The nice young girl took one look at me in my robe with my hair not even combed and said, "Oh, I am sorry to disturb you". She looked startled. I explained that I am already a Christian but did accept there little booklets. I wondered how such beautiful, bright looking young girls could get caught up with that group. I should have done a little sharing with them. I think I will next time. Anyhoo....back to my gym story. After all was said in done, I finally signed the kids into the little play area (they watch your kids for you) at 11:10! Half the day was already gone. The gym was busy but it was mostly older men. I mean really old men. I walked for 10 minutes then I went back down to do the weight machines. I did all of them. I figured it might be a while before I get motivated to come back so I better do everything I can today. I am so out of shape. I could only do 10 lbs on the Military Press. And after a few of those leg machines my leg muscles were shaking. There is a whole row of machines that when you sit in them you face a mirrored wall. Goody. I was able to watch my arms flap in the wind while I worked on some arm extending machine thingy. Seriously the flab was waving. After doing all the machines I thought I should do a cool down lap or two. On my way around the track I spotted a step machine in a kinda secluded area (there is a big cardio room but everyone looks so serious with their Ipods and cool work out clothes) and I thought, Hmmmm I've always wanted to try one of those. So I did for 10 minutes. I thought I might die. So, I wrapped it up for the day. I went and got the kids. On the way out to the car I thought my arm was going to fall off from carrying Elise. What is tomorrow going to be like? I can't even stand to think about it. Jake will probably have to help me get out of bed.
So, there it is. Now I've told you I am working out at the gym and I have no more excuses. Please help keep me accountable and maybe I'll have some funny gym stories.