Okay, so I did it. Put my coat on, stomped out the door to my semi-frozen car, and Got Myself to the YMCA. Yes, there were lights on (curses!) and yes, there was conversation (but that wasn't so bad...it was a friend with whom I truly NEVER get tired of talking), and yes, I had to move this booty. But I did it and survived! YAY!
I should have weighed myself first; that was the first question the elliptical machine asked me. I punched "quick start" and ignored all requests for other input. I'll use a smarter approach in a day or two; today's objective was simply to Do Something.
I did 30 minutes on the elliptical, with my pulse running between 155 and 165 (I seem to recall that was my target, back when I was trying very hard.) I forgot to stretch before, but I got some really good stretching done in the shower afterward (hot water is my friend!)
I should have taken a bottle of water; I was absolutely parched by 15 minutes in. I've been observing the signs of dehydration in my body for weeks now (and doing nothing about it, btw); that's not gonna work with working out. Note to self: drink water, on purpose, regardless of how much you don't feel like it.
I'm glad I did it. Yesterday was a very sedentary day (driving, church, more driving, more church, more driving, sitting at the YMCA front desk all afternoon, sitting in my recliner, and off to bed)...and I felt just downright icky at bedtime. I think remembering that ickiness helped me this morning in the Great War to Get Out From Under the Covers.
Now I can enjoy some hot tea and watch the light on the snow outside my kitchen window while I write my gratitude list. And consider breakfast.
Ahhhh. That's more like it.