The Elliptical Was My Bitch

Last night when we left the gym, I was angry at myself. I rode the elliptical for 7 minutes as my warm-up before strength training and I was so tired. The longest I had ever gone on one was 15 minutes and it took all I had (imo anyway.) So leaving last night, I swore, "Someday, I'm gonna own that damn thing." Not own as in purchase, but ya know, more like defeat it. But I just could not use the elliptical.

Tonight, that changed! I went in thinking I would only ride it for 20 minutes. The husband had said he was aiming for an hour and I thought he was crazy. But slowly, the minutes climbed and I thought "if I can physically still push down on these steps, I can keep going." And keep going I did!

It should have been a nice round number, but half way through I decided to listen to music instead of watch TV. Dummy me, however, had the phone leaning against the "cool down" button so as I was doing something, I hit it. I about cried. I knew I was aiming for another 25+ minutes so I could take a picture. I had it all planned out in my head, and even considered trying to be in the shot. Instead, all I could do was prey that I could keep increasing the cool down minutes (to over 30!) and guess at how long it had been. Either way though, I'm proud. I set out to defeat that machine, and I think I did just that!