The marathon of editing had come at a cost. I stopped going to the gym months ago. Gordon was recovering from surgery and doing Physical Therapy so he didn’t go either.
So we did that thing. We bought a weightlifting bench and an elliptical. Gordon needs to start off slow with weights and I just loved having the elliptical.
I used to do a lot of time on the elliptical. I’d climb on and go for an an hour at a good pace. Headphones on, music on, and I’m off to the races. It was my stress relief. I really enjoyed it and I kicked butt on it. I can’t really do the treadmill that well, because my feet really hurt even in the really good athletic shoes.
Yesterday was a rough day, we had to switch accountants, we had to do a bunch of financial things and tax things, and interview a new accountant. All the while, I’m thinking that the elliptical is being put together for me.
I was so excited about my stress relief today. I climbed onto elliptical. Headphones on. Music on.
That’s how long I lasted. I’m pretty sure I caught glimpses of the afterlife. I had to stop three times or I would’ve been sick.
I was drenched in sweat and I really wanted to lie down. I didn’t – I lifted a little bit of weights instead – but yeah.
This sucks so much.
I decided that shorter sessions are best. I am going to shoot for ten minutes 2-3 times a day. Yeah. Wow.