That last minute on a cardio machine really sucks doesn't it? 34, 35, 36, 37 - God in HEAVEN CAN THIS THING MOVE ANY SLOWER? The eliptical was my torture machine of choice last night. And it talks to you - pedal faster, pedal slower, pedal forward, pedal backward. Hell I can't tell if I'm going forward or backward in the first place. And I have no idea how to control the speed - there seems to be just one - toofast. Cardio and I are not adapting well to each other.
The nautilus stuff is another story. I actually enjoy that, probably partly because I know how to work it. Yesterday I was surounded by young men between the ages of 18 and 18.5.... who I'm sure were frustrated at having to move the weight marker from 10 back to 1000 when they followed me. But they don't intimidate me. There was a young man on a machine across from me who was staring this blank stare. I tried my best to communicate non-verbally, "hey you smart ass little twit, you may be stronger and younger, but I WILL take you down." Thank you (smile).
About Me
- Dana Paulson
- New empty nester and gggrandma, I am a mix of Rosie the Riveter, Scarlett OHara, Louisa Mae Alcott and Carly Simon. Proud parent, passionate, nurturing, creative, a little disorganized but getting better, in love, and excited about the next 50 years.
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