But – I’m getting there!
Spent 25 minutes on the treadmill machines at the gym. My knees are saying that’s okay, just as long as I don’t start doing something stupid like start running. But, hey, I can create fake hills by pressing a button and I can make myself walk faster by pressing another button. And, then there’s this whole “choose a course” thing that I’ve yet to dare. Too many buttons!
Okay, so twice this week, on Monday and Wednesday. If I get to Friday – a whole three days a week – I’ll declare myself a treadmill ninja for this week. Maybe I’ll even do this:
Well, call me a wimp, but I bugged out of the yoga class last night, for two reasons. Here’s my lazy reason: it was pouring rain out and I didn’t feel like getting wet. Yes, you can slap me with a wet towel for that. I was also, weirdly enough, stressed by the thought of going. It’s an expensive membership, even for a short period, and even yesterday afternoon I was heavy-breathing at the thought of the potential damage it would do to my bank balance.
Then I remembered: there’s a yoga class at the fitness center you just joined and paid year’s membership for. Idiot! Just go there.
So, here we are at day number 3 and my 15 minutes of fame on the fitness center treadmill. Don’t laugh – yesterday it was 10 minutes on the treadmill and I limped away afterward. Today I marched on in with my knee brace at the ready. I ran into the gym owner – I love local business – and told him I was feeling all better and could actually start exercising again! He looked happy as can be. He also agreed with my strategy to stick with the treadmills (low impact, he said) and leave the knee-wracking bicycle and rowing machines to the lower-bodily sound. Later on, when I can walk for at least 30 minutes several times a week, we’re going to visit the weight machines to get in some upper body work.
But, for now, walk, walk, walk!