This whole “triathalon” thing is hard work! But I seriously kicked my own ass this weekend. Went for a hell of a jog every day last week except Friday, so I was already feeling more exercised than usual – then on Saturday I ran a hella-hard and fast time at the gym, then walked/was walked by an ambitious husky around Green Lake, then Sunday I swam, walked around the lake again, and jogged hard again. TIRED GINNIE. But it feels good to be so active… almost like I’ve discovered some new superhero power I didn’t know I had. “Energy”, I think I’ll call it.
And yes, you read that correctly, I JOINED a GYM! Who would have predicted this, knowing that I hate gyms and really only use them when it’s wintertime and icky out? And not only that, it’s a big scary corporate one (24 Hour Fitness). BUT, it’s the cheapest way for me and my triathalon buddy to both have access to a pool, and I didn’t pay any one-time-annoying-fees and it’s only $16 a month if I tag-team on her membership. Plus, as she informs me, it’s apparently the Gay Gym! Yeah, so the whole set of normal gym concerns I have about checking people out/being distracted/being looked at/feeling self-conscious/etc. is kind of flipped around a bit… anywho. Mildly disappointing, mildly disconcerting, and entirely entertaining are the best words I can think of to describe it all. Plus I’ve NEVER been to a gym that’s so BIG – it’s kind of scary! Lucky for me I have a guide for it all.
And after all that gym-tastic energy-spendin’, I was thinking that if I had a dog with as much energy as that damn husky, I would be incredibly energetically in shape, like it or not, and gym or not. I keep thinking and fantasizing more and more about getting me a dog of my own… someone talk me down from this cloud! Seriously though, this idea I had of trying to enjoy dogs vicariously (i.e. dating their owners) was a good idea, I think… I mean, if they’ve made a romantic comedy about it, it MUST be, right? Okay, I jest, but even if a first date is awkward, the dog helps break the ice and make it an overall enjoyable experience anyway. What I’m sayin’ is, I’m a fan of the canines these days. (I just realized that these aforementioned “owners” just might wind up reading my blog… sigh, foot/paw in mouth…)
In other news, I had an awesome job interview on Friday… but know what was the best part? We were having lunch (casual interview) at this pub where I know the chef, and without me having sort of made my presence known, he had a free appetizer sent over to us… so I looked like a superstar. Energy AND swank free shit! Life is good. Thanks Addam!
Last but not least: all the runnin’ is givin’ me shin splints. I’ve heard a thousand ideas as to what these are, why they happen, and what you can do about it, but I wouldn’t complain if any of y’all have even better ideas. Especially perhaps you marathon runners (ahem, KC?) Thanks :)