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.
My child took the picture which is why it's all blurry and makes me look like I have no eyebrows.
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.
You dedication always astounds me. Even when you have a very valid excuse, you just keep going.
Now that I can drink again, I need to fun a wine drinking book club. Wish we lived closer
Awesome! You’ve got me beat…I was happy to quit my workout last night when the downpour started. Of course, I was inlining, and it would have been slippery and bad for the bearings and, well, yucky to have kept going in the rain. But I could have replaced the laps I missed with some dryland–indoors, in the oval building. But I went home and ate PopTarts instead. So you’re definitely one up on me–and I’m guessing you’ll reap the rewards next season!
If I don’t? It’s going to be SO EMBARRASSING.
Yeah, but see, skating requires both fitness and technique…so if you don’t see the gains from your improved fitness immediately next season, you still know they’re there, waiting for the next technical improvement to allow the fitness gains to show through…it’s a continual process (which, admittedly, is extremely frustrating at times!)
An Orange shirt is far better than a white shirt and as for the eyebrows, this is why PhotoShop was invented.
I would never have gone. You must be rock hard by now.
I am totally rock hard…..underneath my layer of wine fat.
I like your book club. It has chocolate and wine, which is the best post-workout combination.
Not gonna lie, it was pretty good
If I keep reading your blog posts I *may* get inspired to start boot camp again. Hardest and most rewarding six months of exercise I’ve ever done. That was two years ago. Until then, I shall be making an ass of myself at next weekends Adrenaline Rush with nary a trace of muscle mass left…
What is Adrenaline Rush?????
I’m sorry. I just think it’s kind of freaky that we both had book club last night.
It’s like when everyone at blogher gets their period at the same time. Or something.
It’s totally like that! And both have women eating chocolate!
You’re hardcore!
Oh no, I’m completely softcore. I don’t even try to pretend I’m hardcore. But I get out there and try my best.