Gym Musings

We went to the gym today.  I alternated every five minutes between running and power walking.  I did 43:27:4489 minutes.  OK, so I made the seconds part up.  It was somewhere in there. 

My heart rate won't go as high as I need it to.  I'm trying, but there's a fine line between a good workout that kicks your butt moderately, and an overdone workout that kicks your butt majorly and leaves you slightly paralyzed.

I also did a little of some machine that works your thighs and one that works your abs.  I should have done more, but I think Mom was ready to go, and I wanted to be able to walk in the morning. The next time we go, I'm going to alternate between the two machines for a while.

I am a very pale person, but my face is entirely red when I'm done working out.  I also drink water like a pregnant cow. OK, maybe just a cow that's 5 months into lactation.  Cow geeks unite.

I find the people in the gym fascinating.  Most of the time I'm concentrating on living to see tomorrow.  But occasionally, I'll look up to survey my surroundings.  A lot of buff guys, probably football players, are over by the weights.  There's usually at least one elderly couple supporting each other through biking or some other mild exercise.   There's always at least two extremely fat people on the treadmills(I'm not hating here, I'm just stating the facts; good for them!) and then, there's people who look a lot like me.  Out of shape and exercising for the heck of it, and any possible benefits that may arise.

The outfits of people in the gym are also amusing.  All the guys wear t-shirts and bermuda length shorts, but for the women, it varies.  Where I live, few people wear the popular nike shorts.  Those are too pricey for us country folk.  Most everyone I saw on the treadmills were wearing bermuda length shorts, and one lady was wearing jeans.  I wear my nike knock-offs and a t-shirt.  I get way too hot for any longer shorts.  I did see one lady with those fancy nike shorts.  She should have left them at home. 60 year-old women should not wear those shorts, especially when they're 3 sizes too small.  "Nuff said.

There are 3 TVs for the treadmillers and ellipticallers.  One had some news channel that I can't concentrate on when I"m trying to breathe, one had Dr. Phil, and finally, someone changed the other TV to Dr. Oz.  Dr. Phil is not my thing.  Dr. Oz?  Totally.  That is the one TV show I really get into.  Call me a nerd. Go on, call me one!  I know you want to.  Uh huh, now who's the one hating?

Anyway, it was a good workout.  Mom doesn't think she'll be able to walk tomorrow<insert sarcasm here>, so we most likely will not go back.  That is probably wise.  I hope you enjoyed my gym musings.