Goggle Eyes are Not Sexy

So today I started my training for the Lake Stevens Half Iron Man.  I was supposed to start Monday, but Zoe was playing sick and Tuesday Fara stole my contact lenses and can't remember where she put them.  Since I can't even see 3 feet in front of me, I decided it might not be a good idea to swim without them.  Luckily my eye doctor had some trial lenses to tide me over until my order comes in.  I was all set and then I realized that the girls had used my Speedo Goggles for swimming lessons and they were all messed up.  So my training was delayed another day.  I am trying not to beat myself up about it.  This is life and this kind of stuff happens......all the fricken time!
I have to be honest and say that I was dreading my workout all morning long and kept putting it off and off until about 2pm.  It is amazing how fast 7 loads of laundry can get folded when I am trying to avoid something.  Here's the deal.  I was getting super fit and trim right before Christmas.  Then Christmas hit, my birthday, Fara's birthday, New Year's, and then the dreaded post holiday depression that ALWAYS sneaks up on me and puts me under with all this rain.  This happens to me every year and yet it always seems to surprise me.  Yes, I slacked off.  I used to be able to do half a pull up.  Now, ummmm, well I don't want to talk about it.  Let's just say that I am not super fit and trim anymore.  Let's just say that my muscle is lying dormant under a nice layer of love;  the love of vanilla lemondrops, white chocolate martinis, chocolate chip cookies, and anything from Matadore.
I finally got my butt down to the gym.  I am running inside because a. It is raining and b. It is raining.  I loaded up my ipod and went through my entire ritual of running for 5 minutes and adjusting my shoes.  Running for a few more minutes and correcting my music or retying my pants.  So I finally got into my groove.  Today's running music; Beastie Boys, License to Ill.  What time is it?  Its time to get ill.  So today's assignment was to run an easy pace for 40 minutes.  It is very hard to run to the Beastie Boys without trying to dance so I probably looked like a spaz on the treadmill bobbing my head and occasionally throwing my hands up in the air with a "what time is it?"
Just in case you don't know, I have a hard time with taking it easy.  I am a complete adrenalin junkie.  I want to hit it hard,  I want to hit it fast.  I want my high and for it to be over with so I can go eat.  But I managed to keep myself in check for this run.  Being that I am carrying a bit of extra weight and the fact that I don't run very much, my knees started to bother me at around 33.5 minutes.  "Not to bad," I thought to myself.  I could quit now and it wouldn't be shameful.  But I pushed through it til the end.  But the last minute Boom Boom Pow came on the ipod, so I did sprint it.  Hey, I didn't want to be 2000 and late.  hahahahahahahahahaa!  I was in the front row of treadmills.  I thought the gym was dead because all of the treadmills in my row were empty.  But when I got off of my treadmill, I noticed that the entire second row was filled.....with men.  I swear they were looking at me funny.  It was either because a. I was running like a spaz trying not to dance.  b.  I was running like a spaz because I was in pain.  or c.  There was a whole lot of jiggling going on and whole lot of junk in the trunk if you know what I mean.  I don't think they are ready for this jelly!  hahahahahahahahahaha!  I am killing it today, I tell you!
Then I rushed my butt down to the pool.  I swam on the swimming  team in high school and college but as my dear friend, Charles pointed out, that was 20 years ago.  Thanks Charles!  Next time you want to relive a basketball game, I will point out how old you are too.  Add this to the fact that I haven't swam laps, in oh say, two years or so and we have a recipe for success!  Not!  I pulled out my old swimming suit and put it on.  I realized that it is looking kind of raggedy and thin.  It is a good thing that it is a black swimming suit.  I may have to replace that soon....like tomorrow.   Put on my new cap and rainbow goggles.  Now I am looking like a champ!  Then I realized that I may have missed a trimming session.....or two.   Oh come on now!  You know I say it like it is.  If you don't like it a. Don't read my blog and b.  You don't know me very well....sheesh!  So with my white cap, rainbow goggles, thinning raggedy suit, and turquoise blue towel wrapped around me so people won't know to what extent I am a mess, I skipped out to the pool.
My assignment today was 200 swim, 200 pull, 200 push for the warm up, 1x1000m swim, and 4x50 cool down.  Jeah!  That's what I thought.  The warm up did kill me.  But then I warmed up and the rest wasn't too bad.  Okay, my feet cramped up and my triceps felt as if they were on fire, but I did it all except for the last 2 sets of 50.  I cut it too close and had to rush to get dressed, no shower, and run down the block with a towel on my head to pick up the girls from their bus stop. Living 2 blocks from the gym has it's perks.  I also got to thoroughly embarrass my girls by picking them up with a towel wrapped around my head.  That was AWESOME!  I did look pretty ridiculous, but do you think I cared! No!  I had to pee really bad.
I left the gym with somehow really good hair and not feeling as tired as I thought I was going to be.  I made dinner; prawns with peppers, garlic, pasta, and Parmesan cheese. YUMMY!!!!!!! Folded the rest of the clothes.  Put my clothes away. The other people in this house can put their own damn clothes away.  Let's be honest.  I don't even fold their clothes.  I just put them in piles and make them fold it them damn selves.  Except Babyfara.  I fold hers.  But she is different.  She's a baby. I then put together a bunk bed..... an IKEA bunk bed!   Jeah!  I know!  I made some bread.  And I kept my goal of not eating after 7pm.  Hey, I do have to put this body into a bikini soon.   Eee gawd.
Now that I am sitting down reflecting on my day, it has hit me.  I am freaking tired!  I may actually go to bed on time tonight. I may just go to bed early.  My workout tomorrow is going to be a breeze.  I have a 30 minute run and and hour bike.  Since I teach 2 spin classes tomorrow, that is covered and I made a running date with one of my gym peeps for after class, so I can't put it off and think of a reason to get out of it.
I may be a spin instructor, but I can think of every reason in the world not to work out.  I didn't feel so bad after I read that even Iron Man champions have to talk themselves into working out.  They would rather sit on the couch and watch GLEE too!  Also, I have never left a gym feeling worse than when I walked through the doors. I need to remember that more.  Exercise really is my Prozac and with this damn rain and gloomy, cloudy weather, I really, really need it.  That, and I want to have a rocking fit bod to parade around on the beach with this summer.  Then I can say when you look at me with all that jealousy in your eye, "jeah! I'm 40!  What!"
Yes, that will be a sweet day!
Oh, that and getting through the Half Iron Man without making my children orphans.