We did it. We went out and bought a treadmill. My parents have had one for a long time and I really enjoyed walking as I found it soothing. While we were there over New Years, my husband finally gave it a go and he liked it too. Thus the decision was born to buy one for ourselves. Sears delivered and set it up yesterday morning and it tried to maim me shortly thereafter. Turns out that not a single one of the pre-programmed workouts is designed for a truly overweight and out of shape person.
The first one I tried immediately jumped to speed 5 and incline 6. Ha. Have you met me? Speed 4 is a dead out cheta sprint. I actually didn't fall off the machine, but had to jog for about thirty seconds before I got the beast to slow down. I was yelling into the living room, "Did you see that? Did you see it? I ran!" (I'm choosing to think positive).
All in all, I'm excited about this purchase and look forward to the day that I will be able to hit speed 5 and incline 6 yelling, "Is that all you've got? Is that the best you can do?" (I find yelling at exercise equipment motivates me). I'm also super psyched that I get to go back to swimming at the gym in February (I'm still on medical restriction until then). For now, I'm off to start a verbal altercation with a treadmill! Wish me luck.
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