Feelin the Burn
October 25th, 2009
As an early Christmas gift, my parents bought an elliptical running machine for us. It’s living in the den, conveniently positioned in front of the TV, ready to whip us into shape.
And, speaking for myself, I could use some shape-whipping. I had my annual physical exam last week and I am still — STILL — lodged firmly at eight points above my pre-baby weight. Which was itself nothing to rave about.
Bleah. But I have vowed to change that, and the elliptical machine is going to help me. If it doesn’t kill me first.
Good lord, I am out of shape. I used to go to the gym when I was in seminary and genuinely enjoyed running on the machines there. I’d head over in time to watch the X-Files each day (don’t judge me) and I’d knock out a good 30 to 45 minutes on the elliptical. And so it was with an easy — and false — confidence that I ascended the machine for the first time a few days ago.
I made it fifteen minutes, but just barely. I staggered off, collapsed on the floor, and wished briefly for a portable oxygen tank. Day Two was worse, as it often is. Mercifully, it’s gotten better from there and tonight was Day Four and I actually made it sixteen minutes in relative comfort. Which is to say that I was weak-kneed and pouring sweat when I got off, but at least I had no sense that my own demise was imminent.
I’ll be training for the marathon in no time.