Well, I didn't go to the gym yesterday. Or the day before yesterday. And I was starting to feel guilty. Its odd how these things happen. If you would have asked me a year ago, or even 6 months ago how I would feel about not going to the gym for two days and I would have said, "so?" and there wouldn't be another thought. But now, somehow I feel guilty? Wow have times changed. Its quite shocking really. But I suppose its a good thing. I mean I know I don't want to look like this:
So, I picked myself up off the couch and went to the gym. Chad and I had a discussion and we decided that since we hadn't gone to the gym in so long we needed to make a real effort for the next three days. And while at the gym we have to run for 60 minutes for the next three days. Today was the first day for this horrid agreement.
The treadmill I chose, or should I say, I was forced to get on because the rest of them were taken, was obnoxious. All I could hear was this high pitched squeal that kinda bounced everytime I took a step. It was real fun and games when I went to start running. I just turned the music up real loud and tried not to feel too bad for the people around me.
But that compassion for those around me for the noise was quickly subsided by another pity. I hadn't eaten much today. I had a nice breakfast that Chad had gotten at Burger Jim's this morning and that was it. So around 6pm, I was hungry. Because we needed to rush to the gym before it closed, I quickly grabbed some snacks. I stupidly chose to have some fiber one bars and two apples. Now, one might wonder what happens after consuming nearly 100% of your daily value of fiber. Well I can tell you. When you get on a treadmill and start to run and all that fiber can really get into your gastrointestinal system, well, it needs a place to go and the only place is out. So I started my trot and the gas had to come out. Those poor folks probably needed gas masks, and to make matters worse, we all know what its like to be running and gasping for air and then the air is full of stank smells of ass. Whoops.
So I ran for 13 minutes straight today. I was quite proud of myself. I just kept pushing. This is definitely what I need to learn to do more. I set goals for myself and then ran again and ran some more. I was pretty proud of myself. Then I walked for about 3 minutes and ran another 6 minutes. Its quite surprising to see how fast time goes by when you mix it up a bit. I hit the 40 minute mark and I really didn't think I could go on. I ran for a few more minutes and then power walked for the rest of the time. I made the 60 minute mark and almost threw my hands up in excitement. But I refrained from looking like a complete and utter idiot at the gym. I even burned 600 calories. I would say it was a good night.
Now, Chad is trying to bully me into getting up early on a Sunday morning to work out again. Pretty sure I just compromised by doing some reverse negotiations and won the 10am spot. Lets see if it sticks.
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Dr. Travis
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