The day of reckoning. The day I would face my sentence. 99 minutes on the StairMaster. Evil machine that it is, I accepted my sentance verbally but cringed every time I thought of carrying it out.
I got home from work about 5:30pm yesterday and knew I was going to need a little sumthin’ sumthin’ in my tummy. I made some scrambed egg beaters, spinach & Laughing Cow cheese + 2 pieces of toast + banana.
Filling yet light.
And then, around 6:45pm, I slowly got up and
put my shoes on. It was time. Time to JUST DO IT!
I got to the gym and located the machine I’d have
to have relations with for 99 minutes. Wait – that
sounds gross. You know what I mean.
I hopped on and pushed my fate. 99 minutes.
Starting Polar HRM Calories: 1387.
The first 5 minutes went by quickly. I had
a magazine, music and the gym I was at
had E Entertainment on so I caught
up on some gossipy crap t.v.
a couple of pictures & cheer me on.
Me, 10 minutes in.
15 minutes in and already sweating like a motha.
(P.S., what does that saying mean
anyways? “like a motha…” like who’s motha?” ah, I digress)
Smiling for the camera – although I was not
smiling on the inside. NEVER.ENDING.STAIRS!
Stair after stair after stair.
I was sentanced to 99 minutes, I didn’t want
The 99 minutes went by so slowly at the
time but by the time I got to the end, it went by quickly.
for some jokes. Loved ‘em. Got me through by
distraction. Hey, whatever helps, huh?
And as I did my last minute…I grabbed my camera.
If I was gonna do 99 minutes on the blasted
machine, I was gonna take a picture.
DAMN-IT!
The machine literally only displayed
“Goal Complete, 99 Minutes” for less than
1 second before it went into cool down.
Calories burned, 797.8
But I had done it. I had done 99 minutes on the StairMaster. Not for Tony (although he started the challenge). Not for you, although sharing pictures is fun. I did it for me. To prove I could still do it. Why? I don’t know, I’m crazy like that.
You know, you & me, we can participate in challenges all we want. But it isn’t about the public kudos we get. It isn’t about the pat on the back or the “atta girl!” This is about our own personal sense of accomplishment.
RED FACE.
My hair was DRIPPING with sweat!
I asked the lady at the desk to take
some pictures… serious sweatiness.
I attacked a South Beach Living
Meal Bar on the drive home.
Polar HRM Calories in the car? 2443.
When I got home, I was still hungry and there were
cupcakes on the counter. In an effort to avoid the
cupcakes, I grabbed a hard boiled egg I
had in the fridge. Times two.
Whoa – by the time I ate my eggs & then sat down to load some pictures, my calves started to burn and I got a horribly upset stomach. Turned the laptop off and SLEPT LIKE A ROCK last night!
This morning, I’m up and moving albiet moving quite slowly. Took me 30 minutes of snooze to get outta bed. I’ve got a bazillian photos that ya’ll sent me from your challenge, your beautiful sweatiness. I’ll work on uploading them tonight.
If you joined me in the challenge yesterday, the 60 minutes of workout – be proud of yourself. 60 minutes is awesome. You did it. No excuses, nothing to hold you back. You did it.
And now…please, no more 99 minute challenges!
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