Thursday, May 07, 2009

a little faith

I dragged my butt into the gym at 8 am on Sunday, without my date - she was taking a much deserved morning off - willing myself towards the Stairmaster, my nemesis.

I don't love the Stairmaster but I'm pretty sure it will love me back in time - it has potential - so I've committed to climbing floors a couple of times a week. (Blech. That's the face I make when I type these words. Blech.)

Without my witty friend to keep my mind off the clock, I had considered calling the whole thing off. My attention span is that of a gnat and without some accountability, I am liable to copout.

It didn't help that my TV options included: golf (yawn), Country Western videos (something about shutting down Detroit; happy stuff) or Naomi Watts in King Kong (the big bug part).

My fervor wavered. My safety became questionable as I slowed down a bit. Just how far could a Stairmaster fling, if a Stairmaster would fling me?

Then I looked around. I saw young woman racing on treadmills, older gentlemen sporting recent chest scars on stationary bikes. It was Sunday morning and we were all in this together.

I kept moving. I kept sweating. Maybe I've got it in me after all.


phd in yogurtry said...

not sure about a stairmaster, but Mrs G knows how far a treadmill can throw a body.

do you not work out with music plugged into your ears? I cannot tolerate it without music. Music AND reading material. anything to distract myself from the trauma I am inflicing on my body.

Stu said...

Good job Lisa. I'll go to the gym but will fall off the StairMaster just about every time. I'll stick to weights.


MamaGeek @ Works For Us said...

You DEFINITELY have it in you. This from someone who definitely DOES NOT.

Madge said...

i used to do the stairmaster.....i think it's way way more than half the battle just to climb up on that thing...

Jenny O (or possibly Nate- but unlikely) said...

I did not want to go to either of my group exercise classes this week. But I forced myself to, and damned if I didn't feel REALLY GOOD afterward.

I hate cardio machines. They are Teh Debbil. I would much rather do JUST ABOUT ANYTHING (including being out of shape) than subject myself to torture of that flavor.

(Especially without an audiobook.)

PS I did it! I achieved Myself-ness while commenting!!

JCK said...

Sometimes it is just about showing up. And you did. Good for you!

Shana said...

Stairmaster? Ick. But I hear it does wonders for the booty. You shall be bootilicious.

flutter said...

oh you more than have it

Cheri @ Blog This Mom! said...

Stairmaster? You're a warrior.

Happy Mother's Day!

stephanie (bad mom) said...

You are a better woman than I, in so many ways, frankly.

If I were home during the days again, I like to think I'd try to tough it out on the Stairmaster with you. To save you from crap TV. That's how much I love you. <3