This is what happens when you pack your workout bag in the dark.
Gosh, look at that face. Tyra would be so proud. I should be a model.
Oh yes that is a light pink Active Band; a red, white, and blue race t-shirt; and black and hot pink bike shorts. Good thing my cycling shoes are maroon and gray. I looked super fly in spin class last night. Good thing I’ve known BFF for 14 years and she’s seen me look worse. Otherwise she might have pretended not to know me instead of saving me a bike. But she did save me a bike (kind of, there were like 7 total people in the class) and sit next to me.
I mean, I realize all I was going to do was workout and I didn’t need to look all fancy, but usually I try to at least match my headband to my shirt.
Despite looking like a fool, I managed to get in a 45 minute run and an hour-long spin class. I abso-freaking-lutely loved the spin instructor. She was perky and fun without being annoying. I got a lot sweaty. I felt happy. And best of all, no one made fun of my clothes.
What about you? Do you wear matchy-matchy workout clothes? Or are you a total mess like me?
(I’ll have the Ulcerative Colitis Q&A post up in the next few days. Don’t hesitate to ask if you think of questions!)
Filed under Bike, Training
I started running three years ago. When people asked, I’d tell them that I didn’t really like running, but I loved the way I felt when I was finished.
This weekend, I realized that’s not true anymore. I’m actually in love with running. On Sunday night, I laced up my shoes to head out for a run. I told Jon, “I’ll be back in an hour. Or more. Or less. I don’t really know how far I’m running, but I have my cell phone if you’re worried.” And then I just went out and ran until I felt like turning around. That’s it. No science, no strategy, no intervals set on my watch. I did run with my iPod for the first time in a long time, because I wanted some tunes. I did wear my running watch, but only so I knew how far I’d run when it was over.
It took almost no time for me to zone out, find my happy pace, and relax. Apparently I turned around at about 3.2 miles, because Garmin said 6.4 miles when I got back to my house. It took me about 1:15, which is shockingly an 11:43 pace, and pretty darn close to my 10k PR. Could Barb be right? Have I been selling myself short?
This morning, I realized I may also be falling in love with fitness. Alarm set for 4:50, I rolled out of bed at 5:00 to make it to a 5:30 am spin class. It was awesome to start my day knowing that my workout was already complete, and I’d have time to come home and cook a nice dinner. I think I may make Tuesdays and Thursdays my 5:30 spin days from now on. I’m shocked that I not only got up on time, but loved it. (Oops. Am I cheating on my love, running, with a new love, early workout?)
It’s official, folks. I’m smitten.