Well, my first workout down. I made it. No major injuries or near-collapses, which beats my previous and rather abortive “return” to the gym in February.
I did two 30-minute bouts on the crosstrainer, interspersed with some stretching and a water break. And I did it without resorting to the lowest level on the machine! Surprise score!
And of course, the weigh-in. The stated over/under was 212. Those of you who bet the under can now see my associate, Guido, and collect your winnings. The verdict was 201. So I only have to lose ~20 pounds instead of ~35! Double score! True, I was without my weight lifting gloves and belt like my last weigh-in, and my new iPod is probably lighter than my old mp3 player, but still that’s maybe 4-5 pounds, tops. I’ll take it.
1) I love my buddy Michael. There’s a great way to distract yourself from the fact that you’re basically spending an hour of your finite life on a glorified hamster wheel, and that’s WTF!’ing your way through a few albums of Finnish folk-metal. Seriously. Check this out. You owe it to yourself to spend 60 seconds of your life in WTF-land here. (And as that genre of metal goes, this is actually pretty good.)
2) I may someday be too blind, I’ll definitely one day be too dead, but I’ll never be too old to enjoy a quick glance at bouncing boobs on a treadmill. Sorry, ladies. Nothing personal. If it makes you feel better, if instead of the standard ESPN talk shows on the cardio room TVs they’d been replaying this weekend’s World Superbike races (or, better yet, the last three laps of the Catalunya GP last weekend – gotta love the Italian announcers, eh?) I’d have never even noticed.
3) Like a landing, any first workout you walk away from is a good one. Am I right?