Fall arrived yesterday and I have decided that I am going to get in shape. Over the summer I was pretty consistent about going for walks and jogs and what-not, but now it’s time to gear down and really start working on that mass of jiggly-ness that seems to follow me around.

Here is how my work-out yesterday went:

As I am lacing up my runners, I map out my routine.

I will go on the elliptical trainer for 30 minutes.

I get on the elliptical trainer and set it for maximum resistance.

I begin to start ellipticalling.

I start to sweat profusely, and my lung start to burn.

I check the clock and see that I’ve only been on for 47 seconds.

While panting, I re-evaluate my work out plan. Maybe I’ll just go for 15 minutes today.

I continue ellipticalling, after lowering the machine’s resistance.

The panting and burning of lungs becomes more intense.

Through my sweaty eyes I read that clock and see that I’ve now made it to two minutes and fourteen seconds.

With new determination, I push myself to the three minute, then four minute, then five minute mark.

Then I get off and puke up my spleen.