Two-a-days is really starting to kick my butt, and it's only been a week. What I'm told, it should get easier. Yesterday, I did an easy run with Scootz for 3 miles in the morning and in the evening I swam 400 meters and then lifted. None of which I can truly say I enjoyed, and by the time I came home to cool down and roll out my muscles I looked like this:
Why is that I am capable of running for hours, HOURS at a time-yet a simply, easy 3 miles can totally spank me? At least I was able to sleep until 6am AND we had the pleasure of jaunting on my favorite trail, since lame-o replacement trail is closed for a week. I didn't even know it was like National Runners Day, no one sent me a greeting card. I am totally marking that for next year. I digress, I was sweating more after that 3 miles than I was after the monster hill repeats from Tuesday.
I have such a hate-hate relationship with the gym. It is right across the street from my home, I can SEE it from my driveway. There is no reason for me to not go, but it's ALWAYS packed until 10PM. I really need to get as much swimming as possible in before the tri-but I am really embarrassed about my skill level, so much so the only stroke I'm confident about is breast. When was the last time you saw someone swim open water breast stroke? Right. I want to practice but I feel REALLY awkward that the sauna and steam rooms both have open glass doors that face the pool. Last night, as I was finishing a lap I rested at the wall and faced the sauna only to see it was packed with people just watching the people swimming. Insecure 8th grade Julia came out and imagined them laughing at me, and I didn't do my last 100 meters.
Pre-work out Green Foods!
When I dried off, I went to go lift-which I hate enough as is-but at peak hours, people are standing around waiting for cardio machines and watching the same free weights room. I was doing dumb bell flys on a balance ball and this lady was standing directly behind me and watching me in the mirror. I wish I was making this up, I followed her eyes follow me. I thought maybe if I oogled back, she'd get weirded out and move along-but no. So this is why I hate the gym. It is not a problem for me to hop on a cardio machine, or do a class-but I have to be off on my own, I suddenly feel like I'm in a bubble. I know I'm not alone in this, I know it's pretty common to feel this way. I know it's probably one of the number one reasons people are discouraged by fitness facilities.
I keep telling myself if I stick with it, and be more confident in my own skin I will be encouraging people to watch me work out-but in the mean time, I want to lift in complete darkness at 3am in a costume.
In otherrrrrrrr news, Miss Swell Mary cuts alls mai hurrs last night! How sad is my life that the only time I have to get my hair done is at 9:45 at night? Anyway, I am SO excited. It's like this huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders. Do you know how much of a hassle it was to wash and blow dry my hair and then straighten it so it looks semi-decent TWICE A DAY? Pass. I am so happy to have manageable hair! Yay! Thanks Mary!!