I excersied...again!!
If it weren't for the fact that the TV set and the refrigerator are so far apart, some of us wouldn't get any exercise at all.
-Joey Adams
As you probably figured out from the title, I went to the gym again(you know this will end up with you laughing and me in pain) , I went because of all the slacking I have been doing. Tooth pain or not, I was going to get some time in.
I started out on the treadmill (a.k.a. ArchNemisis) and I started out with a light jog. I had my MP3 player playing (listening to a pod cast of a theoretical physicist's show[yeah! Dork City])and got into "the rhythm". Before long I noticed that I was out of breath and starting to get that stupid leg cramp again. (Stupid leg cramp!!) I stopped the treadmill and noticed I had only be on for 5 minutes and jogged a quarter of a mile. (I could have sword I was on there for 10 days and ran 18,000 miles) I think that showed me, I was out of shape, so I pushed myself a little further and stopped after running a mile. I pressed the stop button (and I stopped, but the treadmill slowly stopped) and I feel on the floor.
I wasn't yet done with physically assaulting myself (I am thinking of getting a restraining order against me) and I decided to work out on one of the many arm back muscle weight machines. This one required you to sit down and pull a bar in front of you (or that is at least how I did it). I did about 10 reps (big fancy gym word) and decided to increase the weight a little bit. (do you see it coming yet?) On that last rep I caught my chin and nearly hung myself with the bar. (Thank God I belong to a gym, if I did this at home, I'd be dead) A worker helped me down, and pride made me say, "Works more muscles that way." (doesn't do much for the windpipe though). So I walked outside of the gym, and cracked up laughing. I am hoping one day I can use some equipment that doesn't try to kill me.
-Joey Adams
As you probably figured out from the title, I went to the gym again(you know this will end up with you laughing and me in pain) , I went because of all the slacking I have been doing. Tooth pain or not, I was going to get some time in.
I started out on the treadmill (a.k.a. ArchNemisis) and I started out with a light jog. I had my MP3 player playing (listening to a pod cast of a theoretical physicist's show[yeah! Dork City])and got into "the rhythm". Before long I noticed that I was out of breath and starting to get that stupid leg cramp again. (Stupid leg cramp!!) I stopped the treadmill and noticed I had only be on for 5 minutes and jogged a quarter of a mile. (I could have sword I was on there for 10 days and ran 18,000 miles) I think that showed me, I was out of shape, so I pushed myself a little further and stopped after running a mile. I pressed the stop button (and I stopped, but the treadmill slowly stopped) and I feel on the floor.
I wasn't yet done with physically assaulting myself (I am thinking of getting a restraining order against me) and I decided to work out on one of the many arm back muscle weight machines. This one required you to sit down and pull a bar in front of you (or that is at least how I did it). I did about 10 reps (big fancy gym word) and decided to increase the weight a little bit. (do you see it coming yet?) On that last rep I caught my chin and nearly hung myself with the bar. (Thank God I belong to a gym, if I did this at home, I'd be dead) A worker helped me down, and pride made me say, "Works more muscles that way." (doesn't do much for the windpipe though). So I walked outside of the gym, and cracked up laughing. I am hoping one day I can use some equipment that doesn't try to kill me.