Well, officer, how'd she die? We think the elliptical did it in the basement with a iPod cord!
Thursday, August 04, 2011
I'm so exhausted today. Between M being on the crappy 11p-7a shift this week, menopause, and various other factors, I've gotten a whopping 7 hours of sleep the past two nights combined.
Despite being whipped last night, I did do my 20 mins of strength training and 30 mins of cardio. The dog also got two 15-minute walks yesterday so add that into my exercise too.
Woke at 5:30 a.m. today despite alarm being set for 6. Tried to go back to sleep to no avail so got up, did my cardio, walked the dog then showered. Had time for a 2nd cup of tea and a quick read of the paper which was nice, but I'd rather have had the extra 1/2 hr of sleep.
Today was supposed to be dual cardio day, 30 mins a.m. and p.m., but I don't know if I have the enegy nor coordination to bother. I could see it now:
I head to the elliptical tonight, determined to get in the other 30 mins no matter what. I'm trying to work my feet and arms at the same time, but instead of a nice fluid action, I somehow become entangled in the device. I begin flailing about, fighting to stay upright. The elliptical fights back and it becomes an arm wrestling match of sorts. In the end, I lose the fight. Down I go, pulling the whole machine over on myself. I lay there, trapped, dog licking my face, iPod cord wrapped around my neck. My cries for help go unheeded as M slumbers two floors above , oblivious to the fact that the elliptical and I just went head to head. Eventually I am found and myseteriously, the iPod shuffle is somehow stuck playing "Another One Bits the Dust" even though I never downloaded that tune. I think it was in cahoots with the elliptical!