Weedvillian Walker: eliptical intervals

Saturday, August 30, 2008

eliptical intervals

Got back to basics this morning. Too rainy to walk outside and haven't been on the eliptical probably since spring. I've been outside walking instead. This morning I strapped on the heart rate monitor and the ipod and went down for the eliptical. I decided to do intervals, and really enjoyed going between 3 different resistance levels and different speeds and watching the heart rate levels. Ended up going 1 mile in 36 minutes and burning 157calories. this is a much better workout than my normal walking/jogging intervals. Can really feel it in the legs. I enjoyed it and it felt good to get back to the machine. Guess its time to hit the shower and get ready for work though. figures now the sun is coming out. Have a great weekend everyone.

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
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