I’ve been going to the gym for 6 days a week since mid-January. I normally go between the 4-6 PM block, so naturally, I’ve become accustumed to seeing the same people on a daily basis.
I was in the gym tonight with a couple of other regulars — one a mother about 30, the other an older guy who is state trooper. Both of them came in after me and got on the treadmill, and as usual, I was securely fastened on my elliptical. I pick the same machine every time unless it’s occupied, which is rare.
I had been on the elliptical for about 30 minutes when the woman mentioned above switched from the treadmill to the elliptical. As soon as she stepped onto the elliptical, she asked:
You’re crazy, how long have you been on that thing?
“30 minutes, 15 minutes to go. 45 minutes everyday, an hour on Wednesday,” I replied. I told her more information than what she wanted, but oh well — I was and am proud as hell about what I have accomplished in just 5 short weeks.
She was amazed. She was even more amazed though after she asked me what level I was on and I told her 12. She doubted me at first, but I had her look at the digital display on my machine. That garnered even more ooos and awws.
Level 12 is only the beginning. Fact is, you guys ain’t seen nothin’ yet.
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I’ve only been on an elliptical maybe twice in my life, and both times it was ridiculously hard. The display was oddly non-user-friendly, and I couldn’t tell how to set the level, so I have no idea if I was on the hardest level or the easiest, or somewhere in between. I could barely get out 5 minutes, and my quads were burning like Sherman through Atlanta. And this was when I was in fairly decent shape! I can’t even imagine being able to do 45 minutes. I tip my hat to you, Shawn.