It's a small thing, but I'll share it nonetheless. I just broke 300 calories burned on our elliptical machine.
No, wait a second. It's not a small thing. This is kind of a big deal.
We have an elliptical machine in our house. (It's this one, if you're curious. It's fantastic, and also has a relatively small footprint in our office.)
When we first got it, my goal was to use it two or three times a week. It typically was, like, once a week. Twice if I remembered. There was too much to do, tv shows to watch, books to read, dessert to eat. I kept not doing it. I kept finding excuses not to.
And also (cue whining), it was hard! I was out of shape. I had asthma. My legs weren't used to exercise. When I started, I could only do twenty minutes. Sometimes, I would have to stop because I was gasping for air, even with regular pulls from my albuterol inhaler.
But I got stronger. Twenty turned into twenty-five, and twenty-five turned into thirty.
Then thirty started feeling easy. I could burn through thirty minutes fairly effortlessly. Now, I'm doing forty minutes and ... well, I'm not going to say I don't break a sweat, because I sweat like John Edwards in a room full of videographers. But I can do it, and I can do it comfortably.
What's also different is that I want to get on the elliptical now. Every other night, Mrs. B puts Oliver to bed, and those are the nights I work out. That means three or four times a week, and that's happening every single week. Last week, I hopped on the machine four times for an hour and 45 minutes total, and burned 762 calories. One recent week, I did two hours and twenty minutes on the machine, and burned over 1000 calories.
It's a routine. It's something I look forward to, not something I'm avoiding at all costs. I like that. It's a good feeling.