I woke up yesterday morning as sick as a dog. Unable to get out of bed, I slept in much, much later than normal. This set my entire day back by several hours.
By the time I felt decent enough to actually get something done, it was already nighttime. So instead of worrying about working out, I stayed up until early in the morning, trying to catch up with things I’ve not had much time for lately.
Four hours later, I was back up and feeling much better.
It was time to make up for the workout I’d missed.
Without a moment’s hesitation, I got dressed, hopped on the treadmill, and set the following time goal: Two hours.
Normally, my workouts range anywhere from 40 to 60 minutes, depending on what I’ve done the day before and how I’m feeling. However, I always try my best to shoot for a full hour or more of cardio. Since I had planned to do cardio yesterday, I knew I had no other choice than to add an extra hour to today’s workout.
I’m honestly not sure what I expected. I mean, I’ve done two hours of incline on the treadmill before… it’d just been awhile. A long while. Six months worth of awhile.
Needless to say, it was entirely possible that my body was going to freak out. But to be honest, I was more concerned about how I’d keep myself entertained throughout the two hours.
According to the original settings, maintaining a modest speed of 2 MPH throughout the full two hours would have taken me a distance of 4 miles and would have burned approximately 938 calories.
Are there other workouts that can achieve this calorie burn in less time? Absolutely, but I greatly prefer walking to high impact exercises that can potentially lead to reinjury. From previous experience, I’m always better off safe (and slow) than sorry. 🙂
So with my Spotify playlists on deck and a water bottle within reach, I started walking– nice and slow. And for awhile, it was amazing.
There I was –looking like this guy– just having the time of my life. All of my favorite songs were playing, so I was doing more dancing than walking for the first half an hour. After feeling so unwell yesterday, I was grateful to be back to normal. I planned to take full advantage of my restored energy.
Most of my time on the treadmill is spent pretending I’m strutting down a catwalk or some sandy beach, so today was no exception. I was having SO much fun. 💃🏽
It’s an absolute shame that the enthusiasm and excitement I started out with didn’t last long…
Thirty minutes in, I was no longer droppin’ it like it’s hot. 🤣
Since I felt energetic enough to walk a bit faster, I had increased the speed a bit. However, my smile had completely faded from my face, sweat was starting to roll down my forehead, and my once lit playlist was beginning to smolder.
I was hot.
I was bored.
I wanted to do something else, but I still had an hour and a half left.
It was right around this time that I started to seriously wonder if there will ever come a day when cardio will come in cookie form. I mean, they have self-driving cars… why the heck not?
Someone should start a petition lol. 🍪
Half an hour later, I found myself amazed by how quickly the hour had gone by. Even though I felt bored out of my mind, the hour seemed to have passed much faster than usual.
With half of my workout complete, I took this time to press ‘Pause’ long enough to stretch my ankles and have a drink of water.
Okay, so maybe I inhaled my water.
All of that dancing and wishing that I was doing something unrelated to cardio made me unbelievably thirsty. My bottle went from full to empty in five seconds flat. But in hindsight, that was a terrible, terrible idea because I ended up feeling as though I could roll right off the treadmill. The water made me so full!
Even still, I didn’t want to give my body time to even think about cooling down, so I rotated my ankles, tossed my empty bottle aside, and got back to business.
For the first few minutes of the second hour, I thought I’d try something new, so I attempted to walk sideways and backwards.
I can already tell you that walking sideways was a travesty! I nearly lost my balance and flew off the side of the treadmill, so yeah… don’t do that. 😂🤕 As for walking backwards, I had a much easier time. However, the speed had to be turned down so low for me to feel safe that it seemed pointless.
So, it was back to walking like a normal person. Boo!
After my little “experiment”, I stopped fooling about and tried to focus by turning the speed up even more. If I was going to make it through the remainder of my workout, I knew I would have to stop staring at the timer and just get through it.
Besides, the largest chunk of time had already passed. There was just a bit more to go…
The worst part of the workout happened to be the last 25 minutes. Every single muscle in my body was begging me to stop. Ugh! And the sweat! That was awful. As mentioned in previous posts, I am not someone who sweats a lot, so even when I workout, sweat is not always a given.
To my dismay, that was not the case today!
Even with the AC cranked all the way up, my body temperature was through the roof. My crop top was clinging to my body like Glad cling wrap, making it all too easy for me to feel how drenched it had become. I felt so hot and dirty. All I could think about was getting done ASAP and jumping straight into the shower! 🧖🏾♀️🚿
To try to take my mind off of how sore I was, I cranked the music up as loud as it would go and started dancing like a maniac.
When I say “dancing”, I truly don’t mean dancing in the truest sense of the word. In fact, I unfortunately can’t dance to save my life, so was I looking like:
I’m not even kidding, guys. I looked just like this. 🤦🏽♀️
It’s hard to say what I thought flailing my arms around in the air would actually do for me. I guess I just wanted to spend the last twenty minutes getting my heart rate up and having fun, so crazily jerking my arms about seemed like a good way to do that.
I kept laughing to myself, thinking how I’d probably be kicked straight out of a gym if I pulled that sort of behavior in public. I don’t even want to imagine how ridiculous I looked, but being downright silly was the only way I knew how to distract myself. It was excruciating to know that I was sooo close to being done, yet still so far away!
And then, the fateful time came– the final two minutes. Looking at the treadmill display screen, I was SO happy. My first two hour workout in months was almost over, and I had survived!
However, when I saw how close I was to having burned 1000 calories, I knew it wasn’t over yet. There was no way that I could finish the two hours without hitting 1000. So do you know what I did? I tried my best to speed walk.
It… was a mess. 😆
With only two minutes to go and a sore… well, everything, I knew I had to really pick up the pace if I thought I was going to pass the 1000 calorie mark. After all, the treadmill had been set for a time goal, not a calorie goal (as it often is). The minute it reached two hours, the treadmill would automatically power down, so I had to hurry.
Cranking up the speed to 3 MPH, I started power walking like:
I kid you not, I was literally pulling a Kel. Even as I rushed to beat the clock, hilarious scenes of Kath & Kim started flashing through my mind. (BTW, you should totally check that show out on Netflix if you like Aussie shows or can appreciate its odd brand of humor– I loved it!)
Anyhow, I was pumping my arms and scurrying across that treadmill belt as fast as my short little legs would carry me. And when the timer went off, bringing the treadmill to a halt, do you know what I saw?
I know. It’s okay. I’m shocked too. 😏
Today was Day 25.
Imagine everything you think you can’t do, then do it all. ❤️
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