Working Out: The Hilarity Continues

I’ve gone up two clothing sizes.

It’s a problem.  I despise working out.

My doctor’s office believes in torturing patients on principle, as part of careful health monitoring.  They weigh you.  Every. Single. Time.

I got sick, and had to cave in and go to the doctor.  Not breathing has a way of forcing one out of one’s anti-doctor comfort zone.  I dread the scale.  I wore flip flops I could kick off, t-shirt, and t-shirt weight sweat pant shorts.  I couldn’t decide if an underwire bra weighed more than a workout bra or vice versa.  (I’m all about losing the fashion statement when confronted with a scale.) I was tempted to remove my glasses.  I closed my eyes, and quite clearly said “don’t tell me what it says”.

Two clothing sizes?  10 pounds gained, minimum.  I do not want to know.

Is it in the office manual that a patient’s weight must be announced to the waiting room?

Great.  Now I know.  Along with the entire office.  Wait a second.  What?!  I gained…only 2 pounds?  How can that be?

We know pants never lie.  (Not one pair of pants, a closet full of pants, which qualifies as a pants chorus.)  That means…since muscle weighs more than fat…hang on…calculating….I’ve lost 2 clothing sizes worth of muscle.  I try not to figure what the two pounds gained really translate into, in terms of The Pants Law of Physics.

My brain is immediately calculating the ways in which I can lie to myself so I don’t have to consider working out, or forgo food.

My body is sighing.  It’s tired, it’s depressed, it probably needs to go (again) to the sugar-addict equivalent of the Betty Ford clinic..  And I want it to work out?  Couldn’t we listen to the brain for once?  That’s when I know for sure I’m in trouble.  My body and my brain never agree.   Never.

I found a cool workout application  for my smart phone.  I downloaded it, thinking, “Nah, it’ll never have horseback riding on there.”  I’m happy. Now I can tell myself I tried, without actually trying.

It has horseback riding.  Not the kind of riding doctors, family, and co-workers always think you’re talking about: Sofa Riding, but actual levels of riding intensity.  Crap. It has Sport Riding.

I thought I’d better practice using the thing before I got on a horse.  I drove Christmas to his morning walk, parked, and turned the app on in the car.  It would be difficult to turn it on when I hit the sidewalk.  My hands would be way too full.  What with the dog pulling, me trying to hang onto my diet coke, and get the bagel into my mouth.

(I have this theory: if you eat during a workout, your body doesn’t log the calories, because it’s too busy.)

I unload my breakfast to the roof of the car and clip the leash on the dog. Workout program is started, cell phone firmly clipped to my waist.  Okay. I’m lying.  I clip it near the general geography of where my waist used to exist.

I expected CardioTrainer would be a sort of pedometer.

I should have been so lucky.

A very posh, male, British voice (sounding strangely like an Eeyore version of Tony Blair) briskly announces:

Workout starting…

I nearly jump out of my skin. This thing talks?

Chirstmas uses the facilities.  I take a bite of my bagel.  A sip of my diet Coke.

Workout…Paused…

Is that…disappointment…in his tone?

Here is a transcript of the first ten yards of our walk, according to my smartphone:

Workout starting…

Workout paused.

Workout starting…

You are going 2.8 miles per…

Workout Paused.

Workout starting…

You are going 2.1 miles per hour.  You have covered 2 yards.

Workout Paused.

Workout start…

Workout Paused.

What can I say?  The dog likes his trees.  This continues for about ten minutes.  I’m kind of laughing internally at the posh trainer. I swear his voice sounds more and more…weary.  Obviously, I’m not serious enough for the program.  Fine.  Well.  Christmas is done now, and we can just walk.

We walk.

Workout starting…

Silence.

You are going 2.1 miles per hour.

Silence.

You have gone ten yards.

Workout paused.

(It was a particularly interesting tree.)

Workout starting…

Silence.

You are going 2.8 miles per hour.

Silence.  Then in a voice devoid of inflection, Tony slowly says (with boredom):

Hurrah.

I. Lose. It.  I’m laughing so hard I collapse on the spot, straight down to the sidewalk, causing my British trainer to roll his electronic eyes, and say:

Workout paused.

Now I’m completely out of control.  I’m giggling, guffawing, laughing for what appears to be absolutely no reason…on the sidewalk near downtown, where many people walk their dogs. I’m laughing so hard that Christmas starts barking and jumping all around me, trying to find the source of my happiness.

The British voice hovers over the cement and says:

You have gone .1 miles

Clearly in an attempt to get me up and going. People are crossing the street to avoid me. Maybe Tony has a point.  I get up, and we keep walking.  Tony keeps informing me of my statistics in a detached, relatively non-judgmental manner.  I hit my usual walking speed.

You are going 3.4 miles per hour.

And I swear, he quickly adds, in a positive voice:

Hurrah!

This is the part where I collapse in fits of laughter again.  Whereupon Tony says gloomily: Workout paused…

I can’t wait to try this on Hudson, in Riding Workout mode.  I imagine all sort of scenarios:

Workout starting…

Rhythm…at…could you keep it steady please?

Impulsion level is .2

Workout paused.

Please get out of the dirt.

Workout starting…

I have an Android.  I don’t know what platforms it works on, but If you want to try it out for yourselves: CardioTrainer.

I don’t know that I will ever quite get this image out of my mind.  Hurrah.

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8 thoughts on “Working Out: The Hilarity Continues

  1. Charlie

    Thanks for such an awesome post! Everyone in the office really enjoyed it, and we’re so excited that CardioTrainer gave you a little extra motivation to get moving.

    Our best to you, Christmas and Hudson!

    Sincerely,
    Charlie on behalf of the WorkSmart Labs family

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      Please don’t ever take out the “hurrah”. You’ve done a great job of spacing them out, they don’t get repetitive, and frankly, I get a huge cardio boost from laughing. My Abs are already stronger. I admit, I’m a fan now.

      The map feature (Hey you guys, it comes with a map!) has helped me get un-lost 3 times now. (I’m too busy laughing and trying to impress CardioTrainer to pay attention to where I’m walking.)

      I could see CardioTrainer having great potential for endurance riders (get fit and NOT get lost on the mountain!). With a little tweaking, I could see it being an incredible kind of tool for other kinds of riding as well.

      Most workout programs don’t understand the kind of riding many of us do is more in line with 30-45 minutes of kick-boxing.

      Thanks for Tony, he and I are bonding, though I do disappoint him frequently.
      😉

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  2. Marissa

    That made me laugh so hard I almost choked on the pint of Haagen-Dazs I’m eating for dinner. I love the image of you doubled over in laughter and Christmas barking in joy around you. Totally made the App worth it. A good laugh is so hard to come by these days. Unless, of course, you subscribe to the Literary Horse….

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    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      The app was free! Or at least, I downloaded the free version. I hope they never get rid of the “hurrah”. It’s deadpan, flat, and ridiculously funny. “You are walking faster than a sight-seeing snail. Hurrah.”

      I’m contemplating a McDonald’s frozen yogurt cone for dinner. This is healthy. Right? 😉

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      1. Marissa

        I imagine “workout paused” is said with similar disdain to that of my GPS when it tells me to “please find the next legal u-turn.” Frozen yogurt sounds super healthy to me.

        Reply
    1. theliteraryhorse Post author

      I’ll report back on how it works with riding, but it was pretty fun to walk a mile and hear a British voice every minute or so, telling you how you were doing, with a very stiff upper lip.

      Reply

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