Man, re-reading the previous entry, I stand by my assertion that those blow-by-blow accounts of workouts are really boring. Look for fewer of those to come.
So Jessica and I joked the other day that the night before running class I should just sleep in my running clothes so that I could just wake up and go. Well, last night I actually did it, sort of, sleeping in some shorts. Who needs $50 loin cloths from Runtex when old converse shorts with paint on them are so multi-purpose?
Another bold thing I did was to go shirtless at class this morning. Yeah, sorry, that was me jiggling and undulating. I saw the look of disgust in all the girls’ eyes. But I thought, hey, if I’m going to run in my 1986 pajama shorts, might as well take it all the way and really dress to impress. Worked out well, only 2 people told me to never, ever do that again. Somehow, even though I’m about 6’2 and 178, I’m still fat. That’s with an “f”, not a “ph”. Gilbert would say I need to workout with weights and eat better and do long runs. But Gilbert also says, “I’ve been 62 kilograms since high school!” Yeah, well, I was 250 lbs a couple years ago, so fat or phat, I’m gonna go shirtless. Look for more flab in the future.
Speaking of good body image, if you want to see some beautiful bodies, go on over to Barton Springs in the morning and watch the people training for an Ironman. The men look like Posiedon and the women look like men. You can tell who they are because they have Ironman swimcaps, $1000 wetsuits and million-dollar abs. Me? I get by with a $10 trisuit and .10 cent abs. I go over to the springs after running class and do my flailstroke for 100 meters, trying to stay out of the way of all the body-shaved dudes in micro-speedos. I just can’t fathom why I don’t do better in the triathlon swims. [insert :sarcastic-flabbergasted-rolleyes: emoticon here]
Hey, so I had a baseball game last night (look who’s hitting .176?!) and the games are starting to wear on my tri training. My hip and buh-tocks really tighten up during and after, not to say anything of what’s left of my, ahem, “shoulder”. I was so close to taking one of those ice baths after my game last night, but with an infamous Seinfeld episode in my head, I thought better of it. But look at this schedule:
- Friday: baseball game
- Saturday: 5 mile run
- Sunday: Long bike ride then baseball game
- Monday: swim
- Tuesday: Gazelles
- Wednesday: swim and baseball game
- Today: Gazelles
- Friday: baseball game
- Saturday: long run
- Sunday: baseball game…. bike/swim?
- Monday: ??
- Tuesday: baseball game
Not to mention my kids, my wife, my work, the websites, reading and writing random shiite on the internet, and general, you know, “life”. Who has time and energy for all of this? Not me, gotta go.
