WHO NEEDS IT?

As you may remember, I HATE excercise with a capital "P"(as in passion). I can't stand the idea of giving up precious little time in my day to make my muscles scream and my sweat pour. But alas, all good things must come to an end so this morning, against my better judgement, I went to the gym that I joined recently. I signed Shane out of school so he could accompany me and give me the quicky power tour on the equipment. Yes, I know, they actually have people who get paid to do just this but I wanted someone with me that wouldn't guffaw at my awkwardness. Anywho, Shane was only too happy to oblige as you can well imagine. Such a perfect son! How have I managed to be so lucky??? We enter the gym and it hits me like a cement wall......the smell of "b o", mixed with bad, bad excercise breath topped with a minty sterilized aroma. UGH! What in the hell was I thinking????? I won't bore you with the real gory details but I did manage to walk a mile on the treadmill AND reach my target heart rate, I biked it a 1/2 mile and then "gazelled" it another 1/2 mile in between working on my ever present pudge in the front and sizeable thighs. WHEW! Are you all exhausted yet???????? I sure as hell am. My legs are all rubbery and my arms are just dangling in the breeze. I WILL say that it felt good to realize I'm not in as bad a shape as I thought I was and it DID feel pretty darn good to stretch the stiffness out of my muscles. However, when I started showing off for my son, I practically ended up riding tandem on the neighboring gazelle as I couldn't stop the stupid thing and I thought, "oh god, here it is; I'm either gonna' die or fly" because I couldn't get the stupid thing to slow down and I was sure that my legs and my upper 1/2 were definately going to split off into 2 different directions. I managed to stay with it until dear son came and rescued me. (Sorry honey, you poor thing, you just can't take your old mom anywhere can you??) Ofcourse I crawled out of there like I had just been beaten to a pulp and at the moment, I have no intention of returning any time soon for more physical punishment. I think I'll just sit back an knit while snacking. Pasa the dove bars and chips please!