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Mar. 28th, 2006 09:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicIt's 9:30. Why am I still awake? I know, I know, it's only 9:30, why is she even worried about this now? Because I go to bed early these days, and especially because I was up late (11pm) last night. Sigh. I suppose I'll nod off soon, but I wanted to write a bit first. Not that I have anything particularly insightful to say...
The new Gold's Gym is open now. I'm so proud of myself for going. Here's how it went.
7:00pm: I'm tired. Maybe I should go to sleep. No, I'm at least going to do my pilates video first. Maybe some more web surfing, though...
7:10: I visited the Golds website to see if they were going to be open tomorrow. It said they're open now. I don't want to go now, I'm so tired. But I should. I haven't gone in almost a week, and I haven't been eating healthy enough lately.
7:17: I pulled myself out from under the covers and changed for the gym, wondering how the eff I'd ever make it.
7:30: I get to the gym. I am overwhelmed by its awesomeness. I go looking for the leg press to start my weight training.
7:35: I've walked all over the gym and can't find the leg press. Maybe it's not here yet. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I should just plop on one of the seated bikes and pedal casually for a few minutes and go home and go to bed. No. Bad Meg. Ember Swift is coming in just over a month. You want to look hot for her.
8:15: I'm finished with my resistance training, and the bikes aren't set up yet. I can choose between elipticals, treadmills, and steppers. Sigh. Elliptical. How many minutes? 15 will be good enough tonight. No! Stop that, fatass, remember Ember Swift!
8:20, 5 minutes into my workout: I'm dying. No way I'll make it to 30 minutes. I'll be lucky to get 10, but I'll shoot for 15. I'll be satisfied with 15. If I make it to 15, I'll get off and walk on a treadmill for a little while.
8:22: Dammit, I'm in pain. This sucks. I don't want to do this. No one will think less of me if I get off now. I'll think less of me! Keep going.
8:23: Shit, I have to fart. This would be a good reason to get off the machine now. I should just go. Can't be all gassy at the gym, it's not right. Well, it wouldn't be the first time. And there's no one around. Keep running. Try not to fart.
8:24: 9 minutes down. Almost to 10. Can I keep going? I don't know.
8:25: 10 minutes. I can get off now. It'll be okay. No it won't. Jen said you need to do 30 minutes of cardio. She knows what she's talking about. But it would still be 30 minutes, just different cardio. No! You're trying to take the easy way out. It's supposed to hurt. If it doesn't hurt, you're not working hard enough, so just deal with it and stick it out!
8:26, 8:27...8:43: Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeee.
8:43: Only two minutes to go. I can't believe I've made it. I'm going to go the whole two minutes without looking at the clock. It'll be over before you know it, but it'll go slower if you're watching the timer. Don't look at the timer.
8:43:30: You looked at the timer. You have NO willpower! Hey, I have some willpower! I stayed on this machine for the whole 30 minutes even though I hated every minute of it. You haven't stayed on the whole time, you've got a minute and a half to go. Shut up, bitch. You're pissing me off. I should see a doctor about this.
8:44: Oh come on, clock! You lie!
8:45: FINALLY. I made it.
See how hard it was for me to get through this? But I did. AND when I came home, Mom had just baked cake, and offered me a piece, but I turned it down. My willpower kicks ass today! But that little shoulder-residing devil sure has been a pain in my ass today, too. I wish the angel would speak a little clearer.
Now to bed, really. Or rather, to sleep, since I'm already in bed.
Peace.
The new Gold's Gym is open now. I'm so proud of myself for going. Here's how it went.
7:00pm: I'm tired. Maybe I should go to sleep. No, I'm at least going to do my pilates video first. Maybe some more web surfing, though...
7:10: I visited the Golds website to see if they were going to be open tomorrow. It said they're open now. I don't want to go now, I'm so tired. But I should. I haven't gone in almost a week, and I haven't been eating healthy enough lately.
7:17: I pulled myself out from under the covers and changed for the gym, wondering how the eff I'd ever make it.
7:30: I get to the gym. I am overwhelmed by its awesomeness. I go looking for the leg press to start my weight training.
7:35: I've walked all over the gym and can't find the leg press. Maybe it's not here yet. Maybe this is a sign. Maybe I should just plop on one of the seated bikes and pedal casually for a few minutes and go home and go to bed. No. Bad Meg. Ember Swift is coming in just over a month. You want to look hot for her.
8:15: I'm finished with my resistance training, and the bikes aren't set up yet. I can choose between elipticals, treadmills, and steppers. Sigh. Elliptical. How many minutes? 15 will be good enough tonight. No! Stop that, fatass, remember Ember Swift!
8:20, 5 minutes into my workout: I'm dying. No way I'll make it to 30 minutes. I'll be lucky to get 10, but I'll shoot for 15. I'll be satisfied with 15. If I make it to 15, I'll get off and walk on a treadmill for a little while.
8:22: Dammit, I'm in pain. This sucks. I don't want to do this. No one will think less of me if I get off now. I'll think less of me! Keep going.
8:23: Shit, I have to fart. This would be a good reason to get off the machine now. I should just go. Can't be all gassy at the gym, it's not right. Well, it wouldn't be the first time. And there's no one around. Keep running. Try not to fart.
8:24: 9 minutes down. Almost to 10. Can I keep going? I don't know.
8:25: 10 minutes. I can get off now. It'll be okay. No it won't. Jen said you need to do 30 minutes of cardio. She knows what she's talking about. But it would still be 30 minutes, just different cardio. No! You're trying to take the easy way out. It's supposed to hurt. If it doesn't hurt, you're not working hard enough, so just deal with it and stick it out!
8:26, 8:27...8:43: Fuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeee.
8:43: Only two minutes to go. I can't believe I've made it. I'm going to go the whole two minutes without looking at the clock. It'll be over before you know it, but it'll go slower if you're watching the timer. Don't look at the timer.
8:43:30: You looked at the timer. You have NO willpower! Hey, I have some willpower! I stayed on this machine for the whole 30 minutes even though I hated every minute of it. You haven't stayed on the whole time, you've got a minute and a half to go. Shut up, bitch. You're pissing me off. I should see a doctor about this.
8:44: Oh come on, clock! You lie!
8:45: FINALLY. I made it.
See how hard it was for me to get through this? But I did. AND when I came home, Mom had just baked cake, and offered me a piece, but I turned it down. My willpower kicks ass today! But that little shoulder-residing devil sure has been a pain in my ass today, too. I wish the angel would speak a little clearer.
Now to bed, really. Or rather, to sleep, since I'm already in bed.
Peace.
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