Happy 4th of July!
It is 4:30 pm on Independence Day, so shouldn't I be celebrating? I am! I'm chillin' out at home, with nothing to do. The partying will come later when we go to a church picnic and I get to eat food that someone else cooked, hang out with lots of cool people, and watch the fireworks with friends and family.
I'm relaxing now, but I haven't been just sitting on my butt all day. No. I decided I had to prove to my hubby how tough I was by doing some real time on the treadmill. I'm no stranger to the treadmill. When I feel like I need to do some moving, I'll get up on that ugly thing and walk for fifteen minutes or so, at a nice brisk pace.
But my hubby has decided (again) to get serious about getting back into shape. So I figured I would follow his lead. Maybe we can keep each other accountable.
My hubby tells me when I step on the treadmill, "Why don't you do one of the programs?"
I look down at the two options. Both are 30 minute programs, with running involved. Ugh.
"I just like to walk fast," I tell him.
"But you'll burn a lot more doing this. Besides, if you get tired, you can stop."
I don't have a lot of excess to burn, but I know that it would be good for me to work out enough to break a sweat. So I start the program.
Warm up. Walk fast. Walk faster. Run. Walk faster. Walk fast. Walk faster. Run. And repeat.
I didn't think I would make it past fifteen minutes. But I did (insert big grin here). I did the whole thirty minutes. And I was SWEATING. I had forgotten I was able to sweat that much.
When I was done, I asked hubby if he wanted a hug. He declined.