Nipples

So I just got back from the Athletic Centre after being there for about 90 minutes. I learned several things while I was there. Number one is that I officially weighed in at 199.7 lbs. Number two is that it sucks to ride a bike that measures the amount of time you ride and how few calories are burned for that amount of pain received. Number three is that I shouldn't wear a white shirt with exerting myself.

The weigh-in has a more important purpose than just giving me a starting point as to measure whatever progress I intend to make. There will be more details to follow once they are ironed out. I have been running almost every other day for about 2 weeks now and I thought it would be getting a little easier. It hasn't. Since I was at the gym today to use the scale, I thought I would try another type of cardio activity: the bike. I warmed up by running on the track for 10 minutes then jumped onto the bike. Complicated machine. I decided to do a 20 minute hill climb. By the end of it I was soaked in sweat and a little dizzy, but felt accomplished. That feeling of accomplishment ended when I learned that I only burned 170 calories in the 20 minutes of riding up a non-existent hill. WHAT A WASTE OF TIME. While I never have used a machine that measures such things, it seems like a really low return on investment. However, I reached my goal of 30 minutes of cardio. 10+20=30

As I was walking towards the stairs I noticed the basketball court was wide open, so I signed out a ball and played 21, Around the World, and overall had a great time finding my shot again. I'm no basketball star, but I have a fairly decent perimeter shot. Once I got bored of that I returned the ball and decided to see how the weight room was. It was pretty empty so I did 2 sets of squats and bench presses and called it a day.

So here I am after a fairly decent gym visit and I'm starving. Do I go with the pizza and cheeseburger option I so dearly want, or do I hard boil an egg, eat some carrots, tuna and an apple? Only time will tell.

As for my post title...when I walked into the change room I noticed I had two distinct sweat patches on my chest, one over each teet. The cold air obviously caused a reaction. No pictures necessary. I really was a sight for sore eyes!