I know I just bragged about my sweet-ass new climate-controlled gym. And I know I mentioned how I’m running at something like a 12:00 pace these days. And I know at 5-10 miles a week, I’m running a fraction of the distance you guys are. Oh, and I know I pretty much do it all on a treadmill, but for the sake of camaraderie and since I am carrying 15 extra pounds (only 8 ounces of which is actually the weight of the kid), can I just pretend like I ran 40 miles outdoors this week and complain to you about how horrible it was? I wouldn’t want to diminish the credibility of this story with the truth…
Nah, buy yeah. I ran-waddled my half a mile to the gym last night and just about died. Then I managed 27 excruciating minutes on the treadmill (while the linebacker next to me sprayed sweat in every direction…hurk), before waddling off to the pool…which was filled with MORE all sorts of annoying.
From 5 – 8 p.m., there’s only one lane open for lap swimming and the rest of the pool is used for lessons. (Well, you can hover in a dark corner at the deep end, but they can kick you out if they decide to use that area for the class.)
It seems retarded to me that they’d only have one lane open during the busiest part of the day, but I’m hoping that schedule will change in the fall. Unless they actually do have a retarded person jabbing a pen around and making out pool schedules, in which case we’re all screwed.
Anyway, last night, FOUR people were sharing that one lane. I don’t know much about swimming (maybe this is common and you just suck it up?), but it looked annoying as hell and I wasn’t about to join them. I just floated around in the deep end for a while (indignantly glaring at all the little kids in their stupid swim class) and pretended to aquajog. Tonight I’m going to the pool at 8 p.m. in the hopes that no one will be there to bother me. Not like it’s going to cramp the mind-blowing Friday night I had planned eatingmacaroniandcheeseinmyunderwearandwatchingthehills.
Yeah, go ahead and file this one under #whitegirlproblems.
Can you get heat stroke
from running half a mile
at 12 minute pace?
What are you doing this weekend? And if it’s something amazing, don’t tell me.