Due to working full time, taking car of a household and a 3 1/2 year old that never stops i have not been going to the gym very often. Infact, i havent been in 3 months!
So on the weekend, armed with my tax check i went and bought a treadmill, exercise ball and some weights...
Sunday: 4 hours it took us to put the bloody thing together. Heavy as anything, one scraped knuckle and an awesome bruise on my shin, we got it together. Due to the 2 beers i had while putting it together, i thought it would be best to start on monday.
Monday: Got home from worked PUMPED to get into it. Put peppa pig on for dd, got all set up and away i went. 60 minutes of DD asking me if it was time for her to have a turn yet, that i was taking so long. but i got there, 6.5kms in 60 minutes i put my treadmill away, got myself a carrot and gave DP $30 to go and get take away for the rest of the family. I did not move for the rest of the night.
Tuesday: Well a little bit tender this morning but wasnt sure if it was due to the treadmill or falling asleep on the couch... stuck to it though, home from work, dinner in the oven, this time peppa pig set up on the tv in the bedroom and i was off and walking. Apparently peppa pig does not have the hold that i thought it did. Once again, 60 minutes of wanting a go, im taking to long but i pushed through it and clicked 7kms in 1hr and 3 minutes. Let me tell you, those last 3 minutes were pure torture.
Today: OH MY GOD... i cant move, i am walking like a 200 year old, my DD had to put my socks on for me. Manual cars should be illegal. There should be a carpark right outside my office door. I am on my second coffee contemplating my third as i have a flight of stairs to walk up.... the pain, the agony, every single muscle hurts.
The treadmill is now for sale.
No real point to my thread, i called DP wanting sympathy (and help out of bed) and he LAUGHED at me
The thought of going home this afternoon is terrifying, i think i might check into a hotel instead.