You know, I can run 13 miles. I can run for 2.5 hours. But today at the gym it was my off day from running so I did 15 minutes on the bike, some arm lifts, and a core workout (my obliques hate me right now). After all of this I knew I needed a wee bit more cardio to burn some fat. So my friend Rozanna, who works at the gym, suggested I do the stepmill for 15 minutes. She said I wouldn't be able to make it.
And she was right.
Holy hell. I went for 10 minutes and I was sweating more and breathing harder than I ever do when I run. Its like a torture device: an escalator to nowhere. Had I brought my book with me (Running with the Buffalos, the story of a year inside the University of Colorado cross country team... amazing), I might have been able to make it longer. But geez... that was miserable.
Anyway, another hour at my gym has officially been checked off, after a morning of putting fires out at my job. Must visit some accounts this afternoon... and finish drinking my designated 64 oz of water. Sigh.
I'm kicking that StepMill's ass on Saturday. And not the other way around.
Glad to see you blogging again!!!
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