Archives for January 2009
workin’ off a little steam
On a day that was otherwise fought with anxiety (and prayer), I went out to the local track an nailed my work out. During the time I was running, I felt great and horrible, wanted to cheer and throw up all at the same time.
And I was able to forget the unmentioned issue that is currently stressing me out beyond belief. Work outs are good for that.
flip, flop…just don’t stop
Yesterday, Maritza wrote about the gym experience post New Years. I had to laugh on a number of her points. First off, her conscious decision to wear her marathon shirt so that people would not think that she was with the resolution warrior crowd was priceless. I can relate though. Those of us who have been hitting the gym year-round firmly believe that we should have some sort of priority on the cardio-equipment waitlist. As it stands, I may have to wait until February before I find a free treadmill again.
All exaggeration aside, Maritza brings up another point. The gym is a fantastic place for people watching. Oh, the primping that is going on inside of the women’s locker room. Come on girls, we are here to sweat, get all red faced and messy-haired. As I pull my beenie hat over my wet hair and go, I am baffled by the amount of attention that is paid to the pre and post workout process. I digress.
Back to the topic of people watching; I have reason to believe that I might be being watched more than I am watching. I expect that last night in particular, after 1500 yards of hard swimming, I was making FLOP-turns instead of flip-turns during a 500 yard cool down. I was actually so disoriented that I think I might have turned sideways instead of head over heals. *sigh*
I know at least one person noticed my fatigue-induced (or so that is the excuse I am using) flip flopping. He stood inside the cafe and asked YaYa if I was “drowning.” Later, after a very long shower, I eyed a text message from him on my phone. It read, “U need 2 work on your flip turns.” Yeah, he’s a funny guy. Anyhow…
If YOU were people watching [read: checking me out] last night, I hope you also noticed how FAST I was during my 50’s, how effortlessly I was gliding through the water during them, and how I was not nearly as out of breath as I was last week.
Of course, you might also notice how cute I look in my swimsuit. Just look when I’m sucking in my belly otherwise… [we won’t go there]
Yes, I DO care about my appearance.