a couple of days ago i was telling this story to my coworker and he asked it i ever work out in the gym? i denied such allocations and tried to change the subject. i really don’t like the gym for some reason. i think because the “gym”and all that it stands for imply “indoors.” i’m not really an “outdoors” person, but when it comes to exercise i have to be outdoors. anyway, after some more talks with my coworker, we came up with a pretty elaborate plan to get some exercise in on friday [today].
here is the plan…. at lunch we change into our running/workout clothes, then run the trail to the longmont rec center, lift some weights, run back to work. we estimated that the run would be 1.5 miles or so.
here is my side of the story; i woke up this morning after such a wonderful nights sleep. i decided to ride my bike in since i had so much energy. i took my time getting ready, there are just so many things to do before work. like make a lunch, get all my cold weather gear out because it was pretty freaking cold outside. i froze my butt off getting in to work, but still rode hard enough to keep my body temp up. work was ok, just a little cold…..work work work till 12:30. at that time we got ready for our workout and headed out the door. still freakin cold, and i am fairly under dressed. my coworker was severly underdressed and looked pretty cold.
the run portion took quite a while since it was not 1.5 miles like i had originally thought. i think it was more like 3 miles…ugh. the added distance gave us plenty of time to work up a sweat as we walked into the rec center. i was sweating so much that one of the check-in ladies mentioned how much i was sweating.
cil: “wow, you are already sweating!”
me: “yeah… you don’t have any policies against that do you?….heh heh”
cil: …silence
cil: “no”
me: “heh heh”
so we got in, worked out on the machines and stuff…till my arms were shaking like a couple of small blades of grass in an open field of free range cattle. after 40 mins or so, it was finally time to leave….and i do mean finally! we actually ran back to work and tried to take a short cut which probably took off a half mile or so, but we were so tired that it felt bad anyway….all the way. we got back to work and i was very tired. i actually felt good, but not in a good way. i felt good that the pain and suffering was finally over. i was in the nice warm comfort of hig voltage equipment and soothing white noise from the mundane conversations going on around me.
i was not looking forward to riding home. i was thinking of bailing, but that wasn’t in the plan. i had to do it, i rode in, so i had to ride home…that’s the rule. the only real exceptions are mechanical failures, or i’m took drunk to ride home. my bike was in fine condition, and there was no beer to be found anywhere….. i had to ride home. it was so cold [sorry for the repeat adjetive, but it really was cold today]. it was a pretty horrible ride home. i was extreemly stiff from the waste up and i was getting stiffer by the mile. my legs were extreemly sore and hurting like sand paper underware [maybe i should edit this later…?]. i put all my lights on even though it was not quite dark yet and put my head down and just pecked away at the distance. i don’t know how long it took me, nor do i know how many times i almost got killed, but i do know that it is over and i am home.
now if i can only find some beer/
i didn’t feel like working out at all!