my torture device
My sister and I enjoy coming up with disgusting terms to apply to otherwise normal objects and/or activities. Elliptical...using the elliptical machine...ellipticalling...lip tickling. Get it? Gross, huh?
Punishment: I set aside today for Cross Training. Most of the time, I'll cheat on this and still do some sort of running. For example, I'll go to the pool...and run in the water. Or, sometimes, I'll say I'm going for a 12 minute/mile "walk". Today, though, I felt compelled to actually ramp up my cardio in a way that was completely non-running.
We have a large tv mounted in front of our elliptical machine. The husband installed a ceiling fan almost directly above it. He even went so far as to handily rig up a laptop/book holder on the front of it. (you can just make it out in the picture)
I think, even if that machine was spewing ice cream and dollar bills, I would still despise it.
The only reason I can attribute this to is that it makes me sweat buckets and doesn't give me nearly the rewarding rush of endorphins or sense of accomplishment that a good run does.
Anyone else feel this way?
Reward? : followed this up with my bi-weekly shower, (you're welcome, everyone) and this :
who had the dumb idea to buy a house with this much tile?
Punishment: My beloved and handy Shark Steamvac bit the dust a few months ago. I'm way too
cheap lazy smart too buy another, so I've resorted to using a good ol' fashioned mop on our (miles?!) of tile floors. I'm not sure if I sweat more after that or 30 minutes on the elliptical.
Reward?: Clean floors! This will last for approximately 4.2 minutes
Fear not! This entire post isn't dedicated to my Workout Pity Parties
I also wanted to share my thoughts on this : There comes a time, in a runner's life, where your rewarding activing is also met with a reward.
Punishment?: Thoroughly enjoyable, nighttime, easy-paced, kid-free, mop-free, conversation-filled running with some of your best friends. If we're to be honest with ourselves, that would actually count as our daily reward/indulgence.
Nevertheless, we "endured" the run and rewarded ourselves with more grown-up time at the "finish line" of our route. It's pretty rare that any of us muster up the energy to leave our houses after about 6 pm. (soccer practice doesn't count) This was a rare treat.
pretend I'm there, filling that empty seat and looking way less cute than them
Bonus : We practically had the place to ourselves! What? You think this is because we looked and smelled like we'd just run all the way there? Ohhh....yeah. Maybe.
Bonus #2: My Berry Lemon Shandy was one of the best things I've ever sipped AND it cost a whopping $2.56.
Really? All I had to do was get some exercise to make this night happen? Next time I mop those floors, there'd better be an ice cold beer waiting for me...
all four of us are hoping to be further rewarded (with shiny PRs) for punishing ourselves through some 5 & 10ks, this weekend! Anyone else have any sort of torture and/or reward planned?