It's Monday. Usually that means wanting to stay in bed and wish it was Saturday.
Today was a usual Monday.
Until I went to the Y.
I got there with the intention of logging 5,000 steps on my Fitbit via the recumbent elliptical. The problem? The Fitbit only registers about 1/2 the steps I take on the machine. So, I need to do about 10K steps to get my 5K goal. Doesn't seem fair to me, but I do it. Why? I like badges and stars and stuff.
So, I'm there before 8 am. I squeeze myself in between machines and slide into my favorite one. Yes, I have a favorite. I'll take a pic of it next time. I'm thinking I should name it. I mean, if we're going to keep meeting like this, I should at least call it by name. I don't want to be rude.
So, about 50 minutes in, my Fitbit does its vibrating dance of joy on my wrist to let me know I hit my target for the day (5,000 steps). I'm at just about 10K on the machine. I mutter some curse words under my breath about how unfair it is to do twice the work and get half the credit. But then, I say I'm going to do 1K more.
Less than 10 min later, the 1K extra got done. Again, I say "Just 1K more" to myself.
I'm now at 7K on the Fitbit after just under 70 minutes. Is it me, or are these damn steps taking longer to register? Come on!
But, once I hit 7K, I decide "screw it, I'm going to 10K."
I'm sure I looked like I was about to die: sweat dripping, breathing fast, flushed face and squirming in my seat because my fat ass is starting to fall asleep on the seat.
But, I "Just 1K'd more" myself to 10K steps on my Fitbit.
And this is what the elliptical had to say about it when the damage was done:
Even the machine likes messing with me. It rolls over after you hit 10K! The first time I saw it go back to 0000 I about lost my shit. Fortunately, common sense and reason took over despite the oxygen deprivation I caused in my own body. So, that extra 1 in the ten thousand's place was earned. I assure you!
Back in July, if anyone would have told me I'd do any sort of physical activity for 90 min, I'd not only have laughed, but believed the only way I'd leave was via a stretcher with loved ones crying over me.
Today, I left with tears in my eyes. Little drops of disbelief that I'm pushing myself harder than I thought I could. Shocked that instead of quitting when I was tired, I said "just 1K more." That little bit took me farther than I've ever gone before.
I just hope I can walk tomorrow!