Monday, June 28, 2010

I Survived...

...the first exercise hour. I could have stayed another thirty minutes but a friend who came with me had all she could handle in the one hour we were there.

Poor dear...she got on the wrong treadmill. She set it at a speed she knew she could handle...yet for some reason evidently the previous programming was still in it...it got faster and inclined...she was NOT expecting that. We weren't side by side and I had the earbuds to my MP3 player stuck in my ears, but I heard the kaloomphf. Quickly jumped on the side rails and turned my treadmill off before turning around...but I KNEW it was Pat. I was right. She was not injured. Got up...dusted herself off and stomped off to the recumbent bikes. You guessed it...she got a dud. I was watching her from my treadmill...yes...I am going to put my name on it to reserve it. I noticed that her pedaling was jerky. Well...smarty me...after my 15 minutes on the treadmill (I plan to work up to harder and longer...right...I am being sensible...LOL) I tried the bike she started on. Something was wrong with it. She had found a simpler bike...I found the mate to it. We pedaled almost side by side until she quit and went to the treadmill I abandoned.

While I was on the bike, an elderly man leaning on a cane came in. He walked over to one of the weight machines. I wondered how they worked so watched him (while I was grooving to Born to Be Wild). He set the weights where he wanted them. Did a few reps...moved to the next machine. I followed him with my eyes...I hope he didn't think I was hot for his body. I was just HOT! Even with the air conditioner...and fans blowing on me. I was soaked through. Anyway. He wasn't there long...just made his rounds on the weight machines.

Pat quit the treadmill and went to the weight machines. She did the boobie expander...my description. She told me it was for pecs. In other words... boobies... wish I'd had one of those machines when I was a teenager trying to grow boobies. Now I don't want 'em any bigger than they are...I mean...who needs boobies down to the belly button?


I digressed.

I eventually made it to the weight machines...tested the different weights. When I got it where I wanted it, I did 10-15 reps with each machine. Short Pat walked past one leg machine. I stopped at it...remember...it was set for the little old man leaning on the walking cane. I COULD NOT BUDGE IT!!!! That man has some leg muscles lemme tell ya!

I started back to the treadmill for one more 15 minute session when Pat stopped me, "We've been here an hour. I'm done." LOL She was probably right. It was time to quit.

So...tomorrow...tomorrow...tomorrow...

3 comments:

Penny said...

Wow - I never had that much stuff happen when I worked out!

If you see the old guy with a cane, snap a picture. This guy we want to see!

Ducky said...

Maybe he's trying to get off the cane...
BTW, still don't like the juke box :P

Florida Farm Girl said...

Okay, that sounds like enough work. Did you lose 10 pounds yet??? :)