I've always had a little insecurity about going to the gym. Most of the time, I'm content to do 30 minutes on the elliptical or follow along with a class. I've never known my way around the gym completely. Between all the different machines and my perfectly-built gym goers, I'd much rather stick to doing something by myself at home either on the Wii or the Total Gym. I don't have to worry about how I look or forgetting my shoes, hairband, or glucose tablets.
But I do have a free gym membership through work, so I might as well take advantage of it. It at least gives me a different scenery for some cardio stuff. And the other day, I happen to meet someone from my office there at the same time. She's a great lady and someone I look up to as far as a professional, but she's also one of those people that make me dread going to the gym. You know who I'm talking about: perfect body, perfect hair, and somehow after having 3 kids. We showed up at the same time and left at the same time, but our workouts were vastly different.
I decided I wanted to do a cardio circuit: 10 minutes on the treadmill, 10 minutes on the bike, and 10 minutes on the elliptical. Even though I had set a reduced temporary basal before I left from work, Constance said I was 73 mg/dL before I started my workout. I decided to ignore it because, darnit, I wanted to get in my workout. By the time I was done with the treadmill, I was below 55 mg/dL. Nevertheless, I kept going and said I was at least going to get in 2/3 of my workout. I started the bike, which was very uncomfortable due to my growing belly--my knees kept hitting the bottom of my belly with each turn. After 5 minutes, I felt my legs getting heavy and my mind getting foggy. I knew I wasn't going to get to the elliptical. Finally, the 10 minutes were over and I sludged my way to the locker room and tested: 29 mg/dL.
I felt frustrated, defeated, and mad at myself that I didn't stop sooner or took some glucose tabs before my workout. I started chomping on my glucose tabs. I don't even remember how many I ate, 10 or 15 at least. I sat in my car and listened to my audiobook while I waited to come up, which was also a stupid move because I could have passed out in the car and no one would have noticed. I concentrated on listening to the rest of the book, and 10 minutes later I was coming out of the fog. I waited a few more minutes before I started the car, I at least had enough sense to tell myself, "Don't you dare try to drive right now!" A few more minutes passed, and I was finally high enough to drive.
As I was pulling out of my spot, I noticed my colleague coming out of the gym after her workout. Now I had a new reason to be jealous of her--she got to finish her workout.