Every September, when our kids go back to school, one of my girlfriends and I start walking again. We always end up taking the summer off to spend the time with our kids. (Then again, maybe we just like to take the summer off to sleep in…) The only problem with this plan is that Seattle is pretty wet in the fall and winter. And the spring. Don’t get me wrong, we still walk in the rain, after all, us Pacific Northwest Women are pretty tough (Yes, I know I’m really a California girl, I’m adapting though!) we just complain more.
This year we started talking about going to the gym. The big draw was that it would be dry in there. In addition, they had tons of workout equipment, as well as lots of fun classes. The bonus for me was that I already had a membership. I just hadn’t used it since I had gashed my leg so badly last February.
So, towards the end of last month, my friend joined the Y and together we started going to work out first thing in the morning. At first, it was really, really hard. Climbing tout of a nice warm bed then actually moving and sweating wasn’t exactly appealing to either of us. Yet…slowly…the routine has come to be a good thing. I have to admit that I’ve become rather proud of the little baby muscles I’m growing. (Shaun is getting a little tired of feeling them and making impressed noises to humor me…)
This morning’s email brought a progress report from the gym. (Yikes! Nobody told me we would get report cards!) Of the six times I had visited the Y in October, my report told me that I had burned a measly 705 calories. This was equivalent to not quite two ice cream sundaes.
I have to admit that, despite the fact that my brother reassured me that they must be referring to really, really big sundaes, I was still a little upset. After all, I had been on the treadmill or bike for 40 minutes at a time
glowing perspiring sweating like a pig, and all I had worked off was two measly little sundaes???
I continued to read the report, still feeling a bit miffed about not having burned off at least a horse worth of calories. Then I came to the part that told me I had lifted over thirteen thousand pounds. That just happens to be equivalent to an elephant and a half!
I can’t even begin to tell you how excited I am that I can lift elephants. In fact, I can’t wait for this month to end so that I can see how many elephants worth I have lifted. Heck, If I keep at it, I may even be able to report that I lifted a blue whale.
In the meantime, if you notice any stray elephants, just give me a call and I’ll carry it home!