Pedal 'til You Puke

So I could post this on Maria's "In Training" blog, but it's kind of been the most novel thing I've done of late.

It started with feeling lazy.

Then read an article about Dara Torres.

Then went to the gym for just a little bit.

Started thinking that maybe I haven't done anything particularly productive since I graduated in May 2007 (I did move and start a career. But I meant to learn Spanish and guitar. Oh well.)

Thought that perhaps I owed it to myself to become an athlete.

You know, if Maria wants me to run a half marathon at any given date, I should be able to.

If Byron wants me to run a triathlon, I should be ready at a moment's notice.

So I decided to become an athlete. In a weekend. That meant no more pansy-a** workouts like I'd been letting myself do.

Thursday I went to Spinning and did the AMT and lifted. I hadn't taken a spin class in, I don't know, 8 years. Except for one last month that I had to leave for 15 minutes because I almost died. The instructor was wearing a shirt that said "PEDAL 'TIL YOU PUKE." Awesome. She had us pretend that we were in the Tour de France. Mind you, I will NEVER partcipate in the Tour de France. I do not actually EVER remember sweating that much. Like EVER. In my Whole Life. Maybe I have, but I don't think so.

Friday was yoga and a step/lifting class and a little swim. The step instructor was in her mid-50's and singing all these new hip-hop songs and it was so awesome. She had to say who each singer was and it was so entertaining.

Saturday was spinning and a little more lifting. I basically could not move my legs at this point. However, I swear my stomach looked amazing.

Sunday I took off.

Monday was a kickboxing class taught by a pony-tailed, tatooed, muscled-out, sunglass-wearing Native American in a sleeveless Underarmour shirt that repeatedly asked us to "let him hear our war cry" and made us drop and give him 10 push-ups if we didn't yell loud enough.

Tuesday I went to Bullhead City and swam. I then declared the rest of the week friend and family week and have not worked out since. (Especially since hormones left me 3 pounds heavier at the end of the week and pissed me off. The pounds have since left.)

I will return to the gym tomorrow. After the spa. With Ariana.

Next I plan on tatooing my bedroom door with my race numbers and athlete pictures. AWESOME. I love becoming an athlete.