I worked out yesterday on the treadmill. This treadmill was generously donated to the gym by my parents. It was just gathering dust in their garage.
Here is my personal trainer. She works cheap, doesn't gripe at me, and is very precise. And I admire her sexy curves. My Omron Digital Pocket Pedometer
keeps me honest... Oh, I really didn't go 14,000 steps yesterday morning, I set the the time incorrectly and those include some of yesterday's steps. I am shooting for 10,000 steps a day.
My gym has the finest daycare. The boys love it. However, for some reason when I pick them up they are always filthy. I need to talk to someone about this.
It gets pretty hot during the summer here, but luckily my gym has a great cooling system.
Yes, I have a few admirers who stare at my posterior as I walk on my treadmill. I have asked them numerous times to stop staring at me, but they don't seem to care. (Bambi and his friend were already going to my gym long before I started, and I didn't have the heart to ask the owners to make them go...)
Oh, my treadmill needs some fine-tuning. Luckily the maintenance crew is always around and ready to help.
This fine young gentleman is testing the treadmill's slope and speed. He assures me it is up to specs.
Wait, maybe one more test.
This is me, after walking on that darn treadmill. My poor feet were worn right off. ;-)All images editing in LightRoom and then cropped/rounded in Photoshop.
