Broken Momo
I stagger off the treadmill with my face blood red and sweat forming little puddles around my feet. I slink to the wall and try to find my legs so that I can stretch them before getting on the elliptical machine. A Polish lady that works at the hospital looks at me with pity. "It's hard to lose weight," she says and pats me on the back.
When I was at UIC I used to work out five days a week. When I graduated I knew I'd have to make alternate arrangements, because it was really important to me that I keep going. Rich and I were thinking about joining X-Port Fitness, a gym by our house, but since I'm not working right now we decided it was just too big of an expense. So my mother-in-law got me a membership at the gym at the hospital where she works. It's pretty small, but it's fairly empty, except for the gaggle of senior citizens who like to hang out there and chat. They're all really nice and they keep telling me about their grandchildren and reminding me not to work too hard.
One of the good things about the gym is that it's easy to arrange sessions with a personal trainer. I had a fitness assessment recently and then my trainer put me on a new exercise program. I do leg exercises on Tuesdays and Thursdays and arm, chest, and ab workouts the rest of the week. After doing these exercies, every day, I have to run on the treadmill for 20 minutes and then do 20 more on the elliptical.
I have adjusted to the other exercies at this point. I worked out on Tuesday and Wednesday last week and then I couldn't move until Saturday. But the pain is gone now and I am considerably less sore after working out. But I still hate the treadmill. I hate the sweating, the pain, the blisters, and how hard it is to breathe. But I think it must be working; I'm sweating buckets and from places I didn't even know could produce water. And I feel great afterwards; it makes me enjoy the hell out of the 23 hours and 40 minutes of my day that I am not running.
When I was at UIC I used to work out five days a week. When I graduated I knew I'd have to make alternate arrangements, because it was really important to me that I keep going. Rich and I were thinking about joining X-Port Fitness, a gym by our house, but since I'm not working right now we decided it was just too big of an expense. So my mother-in-law got me a membership at the gym at the hospital where she works. It's pretty small, but it's fairly empty, except for the gaggle of senior citizens who like to hang out there and chat. They're all really nice and they keep telling me about their grandchildren and reminding me not to work too hard.
One of the good things about the gym is that it's easy to arrange sessions with a personal trainer. I had a fitness assessment recently and then my trainer put me on a new exercise program. I do leg exercises on Tuesdays and Thursdays and arm, chest, and ab workouts the rest of the week. After doing these exercies, every day, I have to run on the treadmill for 20 minutes and then do 20 more on the elliptical.
I have adjusted to the other exercies at this point. I worked out on Tuesday and Wednesday last week and then I couldn't move until Saturday. But the pain is gone now and I am considerably less sore after working out. But I still hate the treadmill. I hate the sweating, the pain, the blisters, and how hard it is to breathe. But I think it must be working; I'm sweating buckets and from places I didn't even know could produce water. And I feel great afterwards; it makes me enjoy the hell out of the 23 hours and 40 minutes of my day that I am not running.