Stairs. Pwned me.

After endless chats and discussions with my bride to be friend, B, about how fat we look and that the wedding is only 3 months away, we decided its time for a change. So the most logical and fun thing I could think of to kick start this new healthy "us" was to wake up 7:30 in the morning on a Sunday, go down to the river valley and run on the stairs.

I felt like I was going to die.

First of all, I am not a morning person. Mistake #1. I didn't eat anything before venturing on my quest to lose weight. Mistake #2. And I underestimated how hard the stairs were. Mistake #3.

We arrived at river valley and the view was amazing. So of course we were pumped to have a productive workout. We started at the top, so we casually walked down the stairs. That was fine. After stretching, turned up our music, time to go up. We started to sprint up the stairs, feeling the burn, my legs were starting to feel heavy, short of breath, felt dizzy, and wanted to puke. And we were only 1/5 up the stairs. So sad. :( We didn't pace ourselves and felt like we ran a marathon but it was more like a pathetic baby marathon. The older gentlemen were lapping us. Aiyah.

We ended up Goin up and down twice, mutually agreed to walk a bit and call it a day. -sigh- running outside is not for me. I'd rather sweat it out in the gym. Ok, gym time will commence tomorrow. Must. Go. - Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone