I just got off the treadmill. I was only on it for 38 minutes. I burned (according to the treadmill) 455 calories. And I'm not done yet...
I discovered there's something I like to do on the treadmill - - - - - - -
R-U-N.
I worked out today while my kids were awake. Usually I do it while they're still in bed in the morning. But today, I slept in till 7 so I didn't want the morning to be rushed. I figured I'd take a shot at working out while they're playing so nicely together this afternoon.
Let me preface this by saying my "workout room" is in the basement. The main room in the basement is split into two halves - one half has my treadmill and Bowflex, while the other half (or 3/4, whatever) is the kids' tv/movie/book/toy area.
Well, they were playing nicely - until they saw me on the treadmill.
Hannah, my oldest daughter, wanted to take a turn on the treadmill. I said, through my panting, that she could have a turn when I was finished.
Then the baby fired up. Ava, my youngest daughter, just shy of 2 years old, wanted a turn too... NOW. I stopped the treadmill and tried to explain that it was Mommy's turn and when I was finished she and Sissy could take turns. This seemed to work.
As I resumed my workout, I watched as Ava went over to the couch, crossed her legs and tensed up. I knew what was happening. I just watched her stand there and moan, red-faced, until it seemed the job was done. Then she came over to me and demanded, "POOPY! POOPY! OUCH! ICKY!!" And she didn't stop until, once again, I stopped the treadmill and took her upstairs to change her.
She seemed happy again for about 2 minutes until she came over to me, back again in a full run, whining. And whining. And whining. Then whining turned into crying and crying to screeching. I told her to go upstairs and wait for mommy. I only had 10 minutes left!
Then I remembered that I didn't want to be that mom again (see previous post), so I thought, instead of running at my usual leisurely 5mph at no incline, I'd kick it up a notch.
So I took the incline up to 5 and turned the speed up to 6mph, which, for this girl, is almost a sprint.
It felt so good!
I ran and ran and ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore, and I was completely drenched in sweat. But I was no longer irritated. I cleared my mind and just... started running.
I loved every second of it.
It must have felt good to my body too because I sweat like I didn't think was possible to sweat, and my skin has that feeling similar to when you're out in the cold too long and you step into the warm house or wash your cold hands and they burn and tingle. It's so weird!
I can't wait to do it again tomorrow...
