- It’s at 5:30 AM on Mondays. Normally a 5:30 AM workout is not a problem but on a Monday – altogether different story.
- It was supposed to start 3 weeks ago. The start of the class was delayed not once but twice. The day it actually started then was Jan 19th – MLK day. I work for a bank, it’s a holiday. I did not get up at 5 to go to the class.
- When I did finally show up for this freaking class, they tell me to go down to the preschool gym (which I can only imagine what germs and disgusting diseases await me there). I go there and it’s empty. No idea where the class is and I’m tired and cranky. So I say – Forget it, no more 5:30 AM Mondays for me.
So, including the time they had forgotten to tell me that they postponed the class and I wound up in some cardio funk class doing step aerobics (rarely a good way to start a week), my attempts to show up at this class continue to be a disaster.
On a more positive note, I have finally connected with a swim coach. She is a HS swim coach will be my new swim coach. She works with my best friend, and run coach, Jon at a local HS. I am very excited to get my shiznit together in the water. This paired with my Tri coach’s swim clinic at UIC in February should get me on track for blowing any old attempts at swimming I had out of the water (pun intended). I feel all fancy with a run, swim, and tri-specific coach now. Not really, all in all, it’s just a testament to my n00bieness.
I think it’s also important to note, that while I was so stoked about my barefoot run yesterday and adamant that I was never again going to wear running shoes, my calves hurt. Well, not so much hurt as are so tight that essentially I am forced to walk like a penguin with a leg cramp. On the flipside, my knees don’t hurt!
Yesterday I started watching Breaking Away (TUTTO BENE
I’m off now to go reminisce about the funny lines from 16 Candles, such as the gem when the little brother says, “I gotta sleep under some Chinaman named after a duck's dork.” Always my favorite…