Taking the first step..

As I emerged from the gym locker room, I took a deep breath. I walked by the elliptical machine, and it stared longingly as I headed back to my ex. I know elliptical, we have had some long sweat sessions over the last couple of weeks, but you'll never be my true love. It's not you, it's me. I'll continue to use you when it's absolutely necessary, but this was never meant to be a committed relationship.

I walked with deliberation towards that sexy 'mill, and he flashed me a devilish grin. "You're all mine today, allllllllll mine". I gulped, and stepped onto the deck of that treadmill for the first time in over a week. As I was slowly increasing the speed, my leisurely walk turned into a jog. A very slow jog, but a jog none the less. I wasn't going to get greedy, so I kept the pace that of an elderly woman recovering from open heart surgery.

As the minutes ticked by, simultaneously a glisten of sweat covered my forehead and a smile spread across my face. It wasn't sweat from pedaling on my trainer or the elliptical, sweat from swimming, or sweat from recent hula hooping sessions with Caitlyn (there's a way to find your core - whoa!). It was running sweat! Glorious, sexy, running sweat!  If I could have pulled off a cartwheel on that treadmill I would have. For the sake of my hamstrings (and my pride), I chose to continue running.

The elusive twenty minute mark, which is usually the time point that brings me to my knees, passed silently. I continued at my pedestrian pace, never so happy to be running so damn slowly.

When I completed my sweat session, I begrudgingly turned the treadmill off. He begged me to stay a little bit longer, and I said "not today - maybe next time". He was forgetting the cardinal rule of always leaving him wanting more.

I blew him a kiss on the way back to the locker room, he winked back. He knows I'll be back; as much as I bitch and complain about him, he'll always have my heart.

Even my shoes were happy to see the treadmill! 

Happy Training!