Moved my walking indoor tonight because the weather, quite simply, sucked. It was drizzling, and let me tell you, when you have naturally curly hair, drizzle can be the death of you. Seriously, who really cares what you look like after working out? But it seemed to be important to me today so I moved inside.
The Chaska Community Center (AKA CCC) is a wonderful place. The walking track is free to the general public...don't even need to be a resident. Tonight I was greated by a "somewhat" pleasant middle-aged woman who appeared to not utilize the facilities herself (not due to size but attitude) and didn't seem too happy with everyone else attempting to get in shape. First question..."Do you know where the bathrooms are?", followed by, "If you use the track you cannot go ANYWHERE else except the bathrooms.". Seriously...by the time I get done with my walk, I'll barely have enough energy to get to my car. I REALLY don't want to use anything else!!!
My walk isn't a casual endeavor...I put some muscle and energy behind it (or so I thought). This young girl (OK...lady) starts halfway through my walking routine. She has legs half the length of mine but completely kicks my ass (pardon the language). How she got her legs to move that fast I have no idea. And...if walking THAT fast wasn't good enough, she effortlessly jogged around people if they got in her way. Exercising sucks! Exercising with totally fit people around you sucks even worse. Whoever says that other people motivate you are full of it...they simply depress me even more. All I want to do is get in shape for summer...I don't really even have much weight to lose.
Tonight I walked with Robin. It's always more fun to walk with someone else, but you also have to deal with the walking and talking issue; it sure is tough to hold a conversation when you can barely breathe. We walked 3 miles in a very short 40 minutes (that's a 12.5 minute mile people...not bad). Fried Eggs and English Muffin with Peanut Butter for me for supper when I got home...good protein. And...when I finally got done logging all my intake for the day into FitClick and patting myself on the back for being disciplined, I sat down on the couch to enjoy a small bowl of ice cream (seriously...what is wrong with me?). Well...tomorrow is another day.


