Monday was my first trip back to the gym. I was excited and nervous. I showed up and it was jam packed. Ug! I hate that. I decided to walk the track first. So round and round I went, pushing my little babe in her stroller. I did not look like an athlete. I did not feel like one.
After a mile I was VERY lucky to find an open Elliptical machine. Even luckier that there was space next to it for a stroller. Yeehaw! I started out, and after one minute I was praying that I could make it to ten minutes. At ten minutes I thought, "Okay, if I can just push through to 15 minutes." At the 15 minute mark, 20 minutes didn't seem so far away, and at 20 minutes, I figured I could push through to 30 minutes. And there it was. I made it 30 minutes on the Elliptical. Yes. I have to admit I felt pretty darn good about my effort. (Never mind that I was on the lowest level) And I felt a teeny tiny bit like.... an athlete!