This morning was the first morning that I was able to use my
employer’s new gym. I asked the husband if he would like to come with me. I
didn’t want to go alone and he didn’t have any idea the last time he stepped on
a scale. We hopped in the car around seven am and made the short trip into
town. Once we got there, he hopped on the bike while I put my ass on the
elliptical. Then I figured out how to use it and put my feet on it instead.
After ten minutes of the recommended level ten setting, I
moved it down to level eight for the last twenty minutes as my military
suggested workout told me to. According to Navy standards, I am to increase the
levels not the time if it gets easy. I don’t see that happening any time soon.
At my twenty-minute time, the husband decided he wanted to
go lift weights instead of keeping up with the cardio on the bike. Five minutes
later he was done, five minutes after that my legs were jell-o and I was ready
to go home. I did a cool down and left, but here is what I learned during my
two completely military standard workouts.
I learned that I can complete fifty push-ups but I cannot seem
to do it without bitching. I learned that I can run two miles without bitching (because
I can’t breathe enough to do so.) I learned that the elliptical is a gift from
the devil incarnate. I learned that I have muscles that haven’t been used in
over twelve years. Most importantly, I learned that I can complete an entire
workout (unlike my loving husband.)