Klondike Bar! And, I start a new program.12:23 p.m. - 2004-04-06
In a commercial:
*Kooky and fun music plays*
Irritatingly perky singers: “Ooooh, what would you do for a Klondike™ bar?!”
Man: “Would you bark like a dog?”
Me: “Oh, I don’t know. I am terribly dignified and serious, as evinced by the picture of a monkey emblazoned on my shirt.”
Man: “I’ll give you a Klondike™ bar!”
Me: “Oh, well you didn’t mention that! *Ruff! Ruff! Ruff!*
Man: “Here you go.”
Me: “Yeah! SCORE! WHOO HOO!”
In real life:
*Kooky and fun music plays*
Irritatingly perky singers: “Ooooh, what would you do for a Klondike™ bar?!”
Me: “Why, I think I’d go to the grocery store and buy a box, dumbass.”
Me: “Wait… where the hell is that music coming from?”
So, today I made a big switch. In addition to wearing a shirt with a monkey on it (Oooooh…. aaaaaaaah, the excitement abounds), I have changed my work out pattern. Yes, I have made my move. From the fun, exciting (pretend it’s exciting to work out, okay?) elliptical that has strengthens the muscles that I don’t actually use on a daily basis, to the dull, monotonous (well, exercise is monotonous) running track.
What prompted this exciting and… oh, so sexy change?
*fade to last Friday*
Me: *pant pant breath sweat*… [Ah, I think I’ll go get a drink o’ water. I’ve been on here 20 minutes already, so if someone else wants to use the ellip-y, I’ll let them have it and get on a treadmill.]
Old Guy: “Are you done? ‘Cause I can wait if you aren’t.”
Me: “Oh, no! It’s no problem, I can use the treadmill.”
Old Guy: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Absolutely!” *gets on treadmill, starts it, and starts walking and raising the speed*
Treadmill reaches speed.
Me: [Okay, this should be fine. It’s a bit above the speed I used to use a few years ago, and I’m in slightly better cardiovascular shape.]
Me: *Pant breath gasp run* need… to… walk… faster! *Can’t breath! Not fast enough! Must… slow… treadmill… down!*
Slows treadmill down to old speed from a few years ago.
Me: *Pant breath gasp run* Okay, a few more points down.
Me: *Pant pant* [Okay, this is ridiculous. I’m only 20 (21 in 4 more days today!). I should not be getting this winded.]
And then I realized that the time to start running was now, instead of later, because while my cardiovascular health may be a bit better, I want to be able to run. Instead of walking and thinking *pant* [People passing me. But I bet they aren’t able to do 180 strides per minute on the elliptical, which work muscles that I don’t use much! Bitches!] *pant*
So, now I’ve googled “start running”, and I have officially started this program today.
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