For those
who know me, and I mean really know me, they know I am simply not a runner.
Running never has, nor will ever be a sport that I indulge in or really attempt
in earnest. It is at best monotonous and I always hurt far more in so many more
areas after I run than any other exercise I ever do.
When I
joined the gym, I worked with a trainer. I loved it. It was motivating and I
had a great time going. The scheduling eventually with family and kid stuff
made it almost impossible to meet as his schedule filled up. However, there was
one day that he wanted me to get my heart rate up in between exercises. His
favorite go to machine was the rowing machine for increasing heart rate. Someone
just happened to be on the machine. He groaned then got all happy as he decided
what I was going to do instead.
