Tuesday, May 29, 2012

One - zero - zero - zero

   Please, Dad, bring me there at four. And you take ma at seven.
   Sure.. I'm not doing that.
   Come one, I won't exercise for three hours straight. I'll take breaks.
   Three hours is too much.
   But I WILL take breaks!
   You know what.. I don't care. I'll bring&take you then.

   This was the day I have been waiting for, for such a long time. Three hours at the gym, that must be enough to burn one thousand calories, one damn thousand.

    A few minutes past 4: I arrive. I go into the locker room, it is empty. Thank God. I take my eight laxatives, "I hope I won't be shitting around here. Wait until home, just wait until you get home."

Elliptical:  300 kcal, 3.6 km
               300 kcal, 3.6 km
Bike:       100 kcal, 6.0 km
               100 kcal, 6.0 km
                70  kcal, 4.3 km
Treadmill: 105 kcal, 1.45 km
                 25  kcal, 0.45 km.
           1000 calories, 25.4 km

   Then I breathe relieved.

   Seven o'clock, Dad picks me up. We go home, I eat, bathe, eat, the laxatives are not kicking in. If they don't kick in during the night, I will have to skip school. I would rather stay awake he entire night in awful pain and sweat than go to school and have those symptoms there. This can't happen. I have drunk lots of liquids, but I do not even have cramps yet. I hate the human body.

    Finally, one thousand.