I love to hate it: working out on machine's in the gym.
Here's what is really on my mind on that dreaded elliptical machine...
Dragging my feet into the gym, grunting hello to the front desk assistants
All of the machines are taken except the one in between the two sweatiest guys I've ever seen
I set it to interval mode, knowing that I am going to hate myself when it hits the top level.
and then my SONG comes on...
When my Ipod shuffles to that one song that I live and breathe by, I am transported to a stage. I am Beyonce. In fact, Beyonce is my back up dancer.
then I've hit my groove, ready to work out for forever
Cool down time
The elliptical tells me good job, and I'm just like "I know, bow down."