After nearly an hour on the cross training, followed by a good upper body workout, I arrived at the pool with well defined arms and shoulders. Much like sweating, I find the mirror’s reflection ever so validating when I work the free weights. After losing count of my bicep curls, tricep kickbacks, shoulder and chest combinations, I left the weight room with the validating cuts and accompanying muscle fatigue.
I had no idea if I’d even be able to swim laps but the resulting look fooled the lap swimmers into thinking that I was a serious swimmer. Ha! Little did they know that today was only the second time I’ve gotten my feet wet this year. Never the less, men were moving over to make room, and one even gave up his lane for me. I managed to pull out 1500 before hitting the hot tub.
Afterwards, I took my endorphin-saturated self to the shower — and melted (not like the wicked witch but in a good way.) I returned to the lockers to discover the results of poor planning — I had only my sweat soaked clothes to put on. It must have been quite a sight watching me struggle with stinky, wet clothes and my noodle arms.
In case you are curious about my back to back workout, it is the result of bailing on my run again. Friday’s speed workout took it’s toll on my ankle. Successful training for the Big Sur Marathon is looking more and more unlikely. Still, I will do my best to at least maintain a base of fitness so that I don’t add any more hurdles for myself. Beside, swimming in the endorphins feel so nice.