Tuesday's kick class was cancelled because the instructor is sick. So instead of saying "hurray - a day off" I went down to the gym and got on a treadmill. I only made it about thirty minutes, and slightly less than a mile and a half, but I got off my butt and did something. (One of the girls tells me that these particular treadmills are actually more work than most. They're manual, or "human powered" treadmills - so you're not merely walking, you're providing the motive force that makes the treadmill go. You walk because they're moving, but they're moving because you walk. Neat.)
I did it again today. And Wednesdays are a day without classes. This time I got there about thirty minutes before the cardio mix class started (THAT class scares the crap out of me,) and the instructor already had the music on. That helped a lot. Again - about a half an hour, slightly less than a mile and a half. I'd messed up and was so hungry I was hollow when I started, so I'm kind of surprised that I made it as far as I did.
Then in the afternoon, when I desperately wanted, nay NEEDED a candy bar - I went and got myself a cup of lemon tea. It wasn't what I wanted (not even close,) but it allowed me to bypass the candy bar.
I AM going to take tomorrow off. For one thing, they've decided to alter my spin class. Now it's going to involve interval training and push ups and things. I think they're trying to kill me.
I also have to go pick up Valentines for Charlotte to give out.
