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I had to do the real stairmaster today. I sweated so much on that machine, but Angel said I was the only one who managed to stay on as long as I did. She said Leach jumped off after 3 minutes LOL I bet she cussed because I really did -- TWICE. I said "SH*T!!!!" everytime I stepped too far into it, and when it rotated, it would squish my feet. I didn't even want to let go of the rails to wipe my face. I was so intent on NOT FALLING. I don't know how many minutes I was tortured. I just know that secretly tomorrow, I'm going to go on that damn stairmaster and get stronger. It will NOT get the best of me.
I'm very proud of the fact that this summer, I have really strengthened my left knee. Imagine me in 2009, about 60 pounds heavier (that's 10 potato sacks according to Mr. Johnson). Everytime I went downstairs, I had to descend sideways. My knees HURT all the time. Forward to the present. I can now slap on a bar with 30 pounds on my shoulders and step on that platform and pull my knee up -- right AND left. And I don't care that I haven't really lost as much weight as I would have liked, but my knees are so much stronger, and that is priceless to me. I used to think I'd need knee replacements by the time I'm 50. I don't want to do that. It would be UNACCEPTABLE.
So STAIRMASTER, I don't care that you made me sweat and curse today. You will not win. I am going to climb you tomorrow for at least 30 minutes, or until I fall down into a sweaty, weepy heap. :)
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