20 minutes on the treadmill, all the way up, of course. 1 mile, 250 calories.
I talked to a bossy lady today who was telling me how I need to vary my workout.
Yes, I know. I do prefer the fun workouts to the mind-numbing treadmill. I'm working at making moving fun, instead of drudgery.
I took a class with a trainer for 12 weeks. That was a blast, but I was well aware that I was paying someone to "play" with me. He played at my level, but it wasn't fun for him. Oh, he enjoyed getting paid and he enjoyed seeing me want, futilely, to kick his butt -- but he wasn't getting any physical challenge from working with me. (I have the same thing when I play with my kids.)
I have a certain bias against athletic types; he has a certain bias, although he was pretty good at hiding it, against out-of-shape unathletic types. Plus, he didn't "get" me at all because I'm pretty quiet outside of homeschool park day. I also didn't trust him not to embarrass me.
We didn't have our breakthrough until a few classes in. He pulled me aside and said, "OK, Kathleen, I'm stronger and in better shape than you, but we're going to do this drill. Put your hands on my shoulders and I'll put mine on yours. It's a football drill. Your supposed to push me as hard as you can. You might not be able to move me." You can bet I almost knocked him on his tail. Fat ladies get really strong legs. He liked me better after that.
He did teach me some other fun drills, like throwing a medicine ball against a wall. Or just having a pass with one.
I also got him thinking more in general, I hope, too. He's going to climb Mt. Kilamanjaro, and I told him he had to read the Hemingway story then, which he didn't know about.
It was a great experience overall, though. It was really pushing my comfort zone to have someone watching me while I exercised -- and that's a good thing. Eleanor Roosevelt said to do something that scared you every day. I've been aiming for that lately.
The fun aspect of movement, too, is why I like going to the beach. Boogie boarding is decent exercise in addition to being a kick. My kids think it's cool that I go out there with them. Oh, and the kids and I have been doing a ton of dancing lately. I'm teaching myself the Soulja Boy dance, partly because it's good exercise, partly because it'll make the neighbor kids laugh like crazy to see a dorky white mom pulling it off.