Kitty Cheerleader --- Saturday, March 12, 2011

Another week at the gym...Does this qualify as "habit" now? Tweedles don't talk as much on the morning truck ride. Just stagger in and stagger out.

The two aerobics classes concentrated on arms, this week. I have mostly recovered and can now lift a Kleenex.

As the Teedles plodded along on their treadmills, while watching CBS coverage of the earthquake in Japan (uplifting topic as we sweat away, going nowhere), the fierce young sheriff's deputy works away at his Incredible Hulk barbells, and the 15-lb Phillipino lab tech chick RUNS cheerfully on the other treadmill. A tsunami of fatigue washes over the Tweedles.

Mrs. Tweedle stumbles out of the truck, up the walk toward Mother's roost, looks up to see 'Spice' kitty pressing her tiny face against the picture window, and blinking at me encouragingly. She has deliberately burned no calories today, but still hopes for a morsel of bacon. For this, she greets me sweetly, my little cheerleader.

On the Road Again ~~ Sunday, March 6, 2011

Did my walking on the country roads this evening at dusk, geese circling and singing in waves over my head. Beats the treadmill, I must say.

But another snowfall is forecast, so back to the Gym in town tomorrow.

No Excuse for Birthday -- Thurs., Feb.24, 2011

Yes, it's my (groan) 63rd birthday, and yes, there's a blizzard out there, and yes, the aerobics workout Tuesday brought me pain no ibuprohen or even Jameson could erase...but NO excuses ... The second aerobics class of the week begins on schedule, snow flying and piling outside the windows.


I consider leaving the weights in the box. I consider, and even pick up the "Tootsie Roll" one-lb-ers... I complain that no one brought cake... or Jameson...

Aerobics instructor laughs energetically and turns up the rock'n'roll energetically and grins demonically...

No slack was cut the birthdayTweedle this morning.

Grace ~~ Tuesday, Feb. 22, 2011

My "core" [I always think "core of an apple? ...the part you pitch?"] feels stronger from all the crunches and so on. But grace? Apparently not achieved, yet.

Evidence: I knocked over a glass of water onto the keyboard of my laptop, killing it (or, hopefully, knocking it out temporarily) yesterday. I write this on the farm computer, a 20-mile round trip from town. Just sayin' ...

So We Skipped A Day ~~ Monday, Feb. 21, 2011

Daughter says, when you make exercise a habit, you will miss it when you skip out. I'm guessing she means physically, instead of sentimentally. No love lost, yesterday, for the cold steel machines that measure our efforts, but we pay a price today.

Cost of laziness? Tweedles rusted solid in the joints, like rained-on Tin-Man relics, off the Yellow Brick Road in a ditch!

Rescue ~~ Feb. 19, 2011

It is a movie I haven't seen: My Best Friend's Wedding. The last hour of it. Of course, the commercial breaks are maddening, but I keep "treading" and "elliptical-ing," determined to hold out to see the end.

Husband, already in street clothes, returns to rescue his plot-crazed wife, "Would you like me to tell you how it turns out?"

"Yes, please!" (puff, puff, gasp)

And so the Tweedle Team logs another morning at the gym.

Punishment for Rationalizing ~~ Friday, Feb. 18, 2011

My friend Linda applaudes my "exercise regimen" with my grandchildren this week, but the hour at the gym this morning shows me what a mirage I manufactured. I can't find enough Aspercreme to knock out the pain of newly shredded muscle tissue.

Oh, well, at least I'm back in the traces, with Mr. Tweedle. He - at least - has actually lost a little weight.

There was a "new" treadmill at the little town gym this morning...no difference in level of misery, however.