Over the weekend I went to the gym with my middle-aged mother to do a little sweatin’.  I hopped on the treadmill for a 25 minute jog and when I got off covered in sweat and with an aching shin, I heard, “that’s all you can do??” from Mom.  She then proceeded to tell me that I need to be on that treadmill for at least 40 minutes before I start burning any real fat or making a difference.  She started giving me tips, in a motherly tone, on how I can slow down the treadmill a bit if my legs are getting sore and no matter what I should train my body and mind to go the full 40 minutes.  Just like a son who moans and finds excuses about cleaning up his room, I blamed it on my weak shins and boredom.  My parents’ lifestyle has changed quite a bit ever since they sold their business a few years ago.  They’re now a couple of gym rats that know more about staying in shape than I do.  Maybe I need to take some lessons from them, or maybe my mom should stop making pig feet for dinner.  Oh well, at least they’re making the most out of their LifeTime membership.

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