Last night was my last book club meeting for the summer–the one I host every month otherwise I would most likely never attend. The unfortunate part is that dryland training is now also on Wednesday nights and runs until 8:00 which is the exact time book club starts.
The old me would have just skipped dryland training and stayed home to get ready for guests.
The new me sent out an email telling everyone to come at 8:30 which would give me enough time to zip home, get changed and put out some wine.
I didn’t factor in working out in the pouring rain, as in, raining so hard it’s like taking a shower except outside and fully clothed while somebody makes you do squats. For the record, both the old me and new me agree that I need to make better workout gear choices.
And Hockey Playing Husband who now joins us for dryland training was all “Two years ago I would have gone straight home from work instead of to the field to workout because there would be no way you’d be out there in the rain. Thank god you still drink wine otherwise I wouldn’t know who I was married to.”
He’s not even joking. I am changed. CHANGED. And it’s weird because now I’m doing things like sprints and lifting weights and watching what I eat. Yesterday I went for a 10k bike ride even though I knew I’d be working out again that night.
It’s going to be really embarrassing if there’s no improvement in my speed skating next fall.
p.s. Kudos to everyone in our dryland training group who worked out in the rain last night. There were wee ones–including my own wee one–who stuck it out and did a great job.
p.p.s. That includes M. and E. who volunteer their time to run the dryland training even when the ‘dry’ part of that title is a lie.
p.p.p.s. If you say M. and E. over and over and over, it would totally fit in this song.