So LW and I went back to the gym today. I am pooped. We're going back tomorrow for more torture... I mean exercise. I know this will get easier... I actually like going to the gym because I feel like I'll do more than I would at home.
So anyway, 60 min on the treadmill at various inclines & speeds, and 45 min of weights... I gotta get my fat arse in the pool. I also need to try a spinning class, but the teacher was sort of freaky. Not sure if (s)he will kill me or if I'll like it. I guess I could hide on a bike in the back away from the windows (I don't want my ass right in front of a window. No thanks)
More tomorrow as the Suicide.. I mean Exercise Chronicles continue.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
My name is Lynn, I'm 32 years old, single with no children. I'm embarking on this mission to become a triathlete because I want to prove to myself that I am strong enough. I'm also looking forward to seeing my fellow Tri-Divas achieve their goals!
No comments:
Post a Comment