In regards to working out, no, sweet jesus in the garden I have not stopped, but we are in a low in regards to enthusiasm, there are moments, but having basically missed all the races I wanted to do this summer because of conferences, injuries, and family functions, it has been a real struggle to get my sorry ass out of bed and into shoes for an outside run or treadmill run.
I know, I know, for someone that complained about being trapped in the house all winter shouldnt you be pumped to run outside?
Yes and no.
Yes I should, no, not really haha. When I do get outside, admittedly it is awesome. I love smelling the lilac in the air alongside the country roads around the Nish. The scenery is def better, then other sweaty unhappy people at the gym.
I am basically working back up in distance, I have let go of pace for now, trying to keep things slow and steady so my knees stay with me. I have been still getting in 4 runs a week, mostly around the 5-6km mark and BabyGirl has been coming out once a week to work on some interval running. So that's like 4.5 runs haha.
I have dropped the swimming somewhat for the month of July, but plan to pick it back up again in August, to be honest I am really enjoying my time hanging out with the family so trying to add an additional 2-3 swims a week is just not in the cards for now.
I do have to acknowledge pet peeve #478
Farting in the Gym.
So last week I am on the treadmill, and there is a gentleman on the eliptical in front of me. He is going like a middle aged bat out of hell, and I start my walk warm up. About two minutes in I catch a smell that almost knocks me off my feet.
It is one of the most heinous farts to every be farted in the history of farting, and it floated its nastiness right to me.
I was like, okay, I get it, this is a gym, there are smells that are not always pleasant. You are there to work that body. Things will release from time to time. I get it.
But god dang, when I tell you that this shit cloud could have melted plastic it was so strong. I tucked my mouth and nose into my hoodie and walked on. After a couple minutes more I surfaced to check the air quality.
The shit cloud had passed, so I walked on.
But then just and I started to breath free again, another more ferocious stank ghost floated in to attack me and this time my mouth was open. JEEZUS.
I actually gagged. I thought I was going to throw up.
It was like walking on the spot over an open sewer pipe that just shit more sewage onto itself.
I had to move. How was I going to put in an hour session getting bombed with this toxic gas over and over again.
So I shuffled down about 6 treadmills away. Fresh air. Ahhhhh
As I proceeded to start the session over I saw a younger gym goer get in the line of fire on the treadmill i vacated.
I thought, should I say something, should I tell this young person about the perils of selecting that tread mill?
But before I could make up my mine, i caught and angry swish of a pony tail and her an audible GAH as she clearly got a nose full of Mr.RootyToot McEliptical and leaped off the treadmill like it was a sea of acid.
I giggled to myself and ran on.
The moral of this story, well I dont know if there is one, but hey eveyone farts, some loudly, some quietly, some with enthusiasm, and some because they have satan living inside them. If you are particularly gassy, and in a public area, maybe just go have a poop. You will feel better, and those of us behind you, just trying to live, laugh and play will appreciate your efforts.
This has been a pet peeve public service message from BigBoyRunning