The irony of my life is that just as I write an article on how to fit more exercise into your life, I’m finding it difficult to fit writing in mine. Oh, irony, you saucy minx.
On Sunday I went to my swimming lesson and managed to swim 1 ½ laps. Considering I couldn’t even finish a lap during my first class, I’ll take it. I think I may even attempt lane swims this week. For the record, the women in my swimming class are as equally amazing as the people in my speed skating class. There are so many interesting stories out there – JUST TAKE THE TIME TO LISTEN.
Sorry for yelling. All this exercise means I’m sore all the time – it’s making me slightly stabby.
All this exercise that’s making me so stabby also means I’ve had less time to skate during the week. As in I haven’t done an adult public skate since the beginning of December and I missed two weeks over Christmas because the club was closed so when I went on Thursday my form was like Jabba The Hut on blades – all gelatinous and floppy.
My trainer sent me what I have to do today – 50 minutes of biking followed immediately by a 10-minute run. It’s to teach me how to transition and ends up with me looking something like this.
Then I’m supposed to do 30-minutes of swimming.
ALL IN ONE DAY.
If you don’t hear from me in 24-hours send a
glass bottle of wine with a straw.
p.s. In case you didn’t realize it the ugly is me after I bike/run/swim. I need to invest in a cool pair of sunglasses. Also, a leather jacket and a comb for my back pocket because apparently I think I’m Fonzie.
p.p.s. I didn’t put my goggles on too tight this week so while I was less Squidwardy, there was still stuff *waves hands in front of face in a circular motion* going on around my eye area. 43 and goggles don’t mix is the lesson I’m learning here.
p.p.p.s. Dudes! I made that Gif! It’s like I can do anything!
p.p.p.p.s. Except transitions. I can’t do those.
p.p.p.p.p.s. Please tell me I’m not the only one who remembers the Tales of The Wizard Of Oz cartoons they used to play on Sunday mornings?