February 2, 2020

February 2, 2020

                Happy Groundhog’s Day! Spring is coming! Please feel free to leave comments and feedback and words of inspiration on here. Also, feel free to share in whatever form you like if you think someone else might be inspired or entertained by my words. Thanks!

                I’m thinking about getting more specific on this blog in the future as far as numbers, i.e. heart rate, weight, inches, age, years of never stepping foot inside a gym, miles walked on the treadmill, reps on different machines, calories consumed and burned, and probably other numbers that I don’t know yet that I need to be concerned with. Not all at once because I don’t want to overwhelm anyone, including myself. But I want to be honest and transparent as far as how the changes I’m making are affecting me and therefor might affect others if they make similar changes. Maybe I’ll start slowly and discuss heart rate numbers after my doctor’s appointment on Tuesday.

                The Twinnies went with me to PF today. I got them memberships for their birthday a couple weeks ago. They started going about a week before I did and have their routines pretty much down. I put my stuff in a locker, put on my headphones, and headed to a treadmill. It felt a little easier today. I sped up quicker, almost doubled my distance in my usual time, and had fewer breaks to let my heart rate slow. In fact, I went harder and faster than I had up to this point, and while I definitely worked up a sweat, I never exceeded my self-imposed heart rate limit. I will ask the doctor about all of this, but I feel ready to up my game, maybe add another machine, since I’m not so horribly sore. Not the elliptical though. I’m not ready to die.

                I breezed through my fast walk, pumping my arms and feeling pretty good. I couldn’t handle the hard-core playlist from yesterday. I found some Alanis Morissette which fit well with my pace. Kloe jumped on the treadmill next to me and within no time was jogging along, easy-peasy.  Kyrsten started running on the next one over and I wished I could have someone take a picture of the three of us. Proof that we can have a prolonged moment of willingly doing something together.

                The girls went to the weights section and I headed to the massage chair sign up screen. There was a line today but it went fast. I only had to wait about ten minutes. There are only two regular massage chairs in a small room, which is normally kept quite dim. Today it was lit up and no dimmer switch to be found. A woman and child entered right after me, discussing their turn-taking schedule in the chair next to mine. I don’t know how they did it. My experience is that at least one limb is trapped by the airbags at all time. At first, I was claustrophobic by this but after realizing how great the massage felt, I didn’t care if I was trapped while the building burned.

                It was a little hard to relax with the bright light shining in my face. I wondered if someone would be in to interrogate me at any moment. As a side note, the only confession they could have tortured out of me was, I had originally secretly hoped for an Ally McBeal type massage chair. But no. Sigh. The hydro-massage, full blast for the whole nine minutes, was perfection though. I wonder if we’re allowed to get multiple massages in one day. Hmm.