Archive for July, 2011


I Do Nothing

July 13, 2011

I do nothing physical at all.  My typical day starts out by getting out of bed at the last minute possible before I know I’ll be late to work.  Then I get in the car and drive 25 miles to work.  For 9 hours I sit at my desk and answer the phone and work on the computer.  Most of the time I’m too lazy to even leave the office for lunch.  At the end of the day I drive 25 miles home, do about an hour cooking and taking care of the pets.  Then I pretty much park it on the couch til bedtime, which is early.  Sad.  I mean really sad.  I’ve got to change this lifestyle.

Last week I decided to join a gym.  I did several days of research on aerobics classes, locations, times, and prices.  I finally ended up signing up at a gym I was a member of when we lived in Stockbridge the first time.  I think it was in 2003 or 2004.  I was so pleased to find out that the same step aerobics instructor was still teaching and the place had pretty much not changed.  I signed a 6month contract for $30 per month.  However making it to the classes on time is going to be a challenge.  That 25mile commute takes about 40-45 minutes!  My boss agreed to let me leave early on the days I go to class.  Score!  Ok now I just have to actually do it.

First I set a goal.  Do Something.  I like the first goal to be very achievable.  I need the ego boost and some instant success to keep me motivated.

Day 1

Box spent a few minutes giving me a tutorial on the treadmill.  Bless him!  These things have a lot of buttons!   I spent 30 minutes on the treadmill total.  The machine took my heart rate and calculated how many miles I went.  High tech!  The girl on the treadmill next to me was swinging her arms so I tried to do that too.  Oh, it takes practice.  I think by the 15 minute mark I was able to let go of the handrails.  I can see that if I keep practicing I’ll need some headphones so that I can listen to some music but, for now it takes all my concentration to stay on that dang machine!    I also need a routine.  I need to have a plan when I walk through the doors of how long I have to go and at what speeds.

The next goal will be to survive my first step class in what feels like 100 years.