Lab in the Daytime...and Running Skirts
Now, I was wondering...is daytime Lab just as good as night-time Lab? The verdict is in...yes, just as good, but different. Every few weeks I get thrown off my usual routine, since I have to teach an evening class at the work cave. I look forward to the shake up in routine, as it gives me more time during the day to tend to things like the neglected domestic front, more time to spend with friends, and I get to work in some real quality workouts.
The Lab inhabitants on a Tuesday morning are completely female, except for Sean. They're largely the stay-at-home variety mom, yet some are quite advanced athletically, and then others are just starting out to work on the havoc that having children usually wreaks on the female of our species. Everyone is so nice, but I don't know this group very well, so I try to keep behaved. I overheard a few very interesting conversations of a few uber fit women talking about their Boston Marathon run. Whoa.....one of these days.... The weather conditions were thoroughly miserable, I know, but you have to envy their ability and the fact that they've partaken in this running hallowed experience. I figured I just keep my mouth shut and not embarrass myself with the info. that I'm nowhere near ever qualifying for Boston.
I told Sean about my great running weekend, coming in 4th female overall in the 5k and then running the half-marathon distance the next day with the group. Sean, too, had just run an out of state trail half-marathon. He did fabulous, and bears no tell-tale signs of having just run an arduous hilly trail race. He seemed to take great satisfaction in passing legions of crying men leaning against trees, screaming at their locked up hamstrings, willing them to unbend and get them running again. Like the great ox beast that he is...he just slowly passed them by. See? All that stretching helps!
I wonder if he considers himself a runner. I sure hope so and reminded me that I need to drop off a bunch of running club newsletters for his office.
He had a well-balanced list of exercises for me, but extra focused on working my weak hip flexors; lots of stuff entailing a ball held between my legs and squeezing. "Now what is this supposed to help me with Sean?" Sexual cross-training? Shall I visualize a man's head as the ball? Sean immediately leaves the room when these comments make my way out of my mouth. Later, I asked him, "So, Sean is this group of women pretty tame? Not as crazy as the Wednesday night bunch?" Actually, he claimed that they could be worse if encouraged, discourages riling them up since he's so heavily outnumbered by women. He would have to leave the room so often, he'd hardly be there...and then we'd get on him for neglecting us.
I was doing those punch up crunch things that I abhor in the tranquil blue room, getting into a conversation with one of the newer lab inhabitants. She had heard that I participated in triathlons and was asking questions. I wanted her to understand that I'm mostly just a runner that is trying to dabble in triathlon. She asked me how long I'd been running and working out. I told her just about 3 and a half years. She said I appeared to have been working out my whole life. I was flattered into near speechlessness by her comment, but told her that I've taken to running with all the fury of an addiction, but one that happens to be good for me. I told her that if I didn't discover running and the active life in general, there is no telling what combination of bad addictions I'd be dabbling in. Sean entered the room at this point and tended to agree, "If she didn't work out...there would be entire cities burned down to the ground." A bit of an exaggeration, I think, but true to the general gist of what my life would be like if not tempered by activity.
I finished up my workout and brought in a bunch of newsletters for Sean to pass out, then I figured I make a quick stop at the running store and drop off some for them too. The proprietor of this place is just as cute as can be and about a billion years younger than me. I ran into a running acquaintance that I hardly recognized her with regular clothes and sans ubiquitous running ponytail. She was trying to find some running stuff while her two adorable little boys were having a melt down. I just wanted to pick up a new trail running bottle, but found myself over by the running skirts. They had a grey Brooks skort that was just screaming for me to try on. I don't know if I can do it? I haven't seen any runners in this area wearing them yet. Just last night I read Kim's review of running skorts and I must say they are too cute....and practical as all hell. They look so comfortable. This particular one had two artfully engineer pockets for storing stuff like G.U. and keys. Kim sure looked good in hers. I thought my butt might totally disappear in this, but that was not the case. The proprietor was heavily encouraging me to try this on. He knew I'd be forking out the money as soon as I saw how darned cute this thing was. I've always thought tennis players were hot to the bone wearing their little skorts. Why do they get to corner the market on sexy? I'll just have to be a fashion trend setter for the area. I'll wear this for the Cleveland Half marathon. I'll go out real slow my first few miles, swishing away in my little skort. All the women will think I'm a little prissy thing just doing the marathon to look cute...then....I will pass them in blur of red haired fast fury, when I've had enough prancing around like red little show pony. I'll try to run my first race of negative splits...and dammit...this little skirt is going to help me do it. Fashion can make you fast. It's all in how you feel.
Now, I was wondering...is daytime Lab just as good as night-time Lab? The verdict is in...yes, just as good, but different. Every few weeks I get thrown off my usual routine, since I have to teach an evening class at the work cave. I look forward to the shake up in routine, as it gives me more time during the day to tend to things like the neglected domestic front, more time to spend with friends, and I get to work in some real quality workouts.
The Lab inhabitants on a Tuesday morning are completely female, except for Sean. They're largely the stay-at-home variety mom, yet some are quite advanced athletically, and then others are just starting out to work on the havoc that having children usually wreaks on the female of our species. Everyone is so nice, but I don't know this group very well, so I try to keep behaved. I overheard a few very interesting conversations of a few uber fit women talking about their Boston Marathon run. Whoa.....one of these days.... The weather conditions were thoroughly miserable, I know, but you have to envy their ability and the fact that they've partaken in this running hallowed experience. I figured I just keep my mouth shut and not embarrass myself with the info. that I'm nowhere near ever qualifying for Boston.
I told Sean about my great running weekend, coming in 4th female overall in the 5k and then running the half-marathon distance the next day with the group. Sean, too, had just run an out of state trail half-marathon. He did fabulous, and bears no tell-tale signs of having just run an arduous hilly trail race. He seemed to take great satisfaction in passing legions of crying men leaning against trees, screaming at their locked up hamstrings, willing them to unbend and get them running again. Like the great ox beast that he is...he just slowly passed them by. See? All that stretching helps!
I wonder if he considers himself a runner. I sure hope so and reminded me that I need to drop off a bunch of running club newsletters for his office.
He had a well-balanced list of exercises for me, but extra focused on working my weak hip flexors; lots of stuff entailing a ball held between my legs and squeezing. "Now what is this supposed to help me with Sean?" Sexual cross-training? Shall I visualize a man's head as the ball? Sean immediately leaves the room when these comments make my way out of my mouth. Later, I asked him, "So, Sean is this group of women pretty tame? Not as crazy as the Wednesday night bunch?" Actually, he claimed that they could be worse if encouraged, discourages riling them up since he's so heavily outnumbered by women. He would have to leave the room so often, he'd hardly be there...and then we'd get on him for neglecting us.
I was doing those punch up crunch things that I abhor in the tranquil blue room, getting into a conversation with one of the newer lab inhabitants. She had heard that I participated in triathlons and was asking questions. I wanted her to understand that I'm mostly just a runner that is trying to dabble in triathlon. She asked me how long I'd been running and working out. I told her just about 3 and a half years. She said I appeared to have been working out my whole life. I was flattered into near speechlessness by her comment, but told her that I've taken to running with all the fury of an addiction, but one that happens to be good for me. I told her that if I didn't discover running and the active life in general, there is no telling what combination of bad addictions I'd be dabbling in. Sean entered the room at this point and tended to agree, "If she didn't work out...there would be entire cities burned down to the ground." A bit of an exaggeration, I think, but true to the general gist of what my life would be like if not tempered by activity.
I finished up my workout and brought in a bunch of newsletters for Sean to pass out, then I figured I make a quick stop at the running store and drop off some for them too. The proprietor of this place is just as cute as can be and about a billion years younger than me. I ran into a running acquaintance that I hardly recognized her with regular clothes and sans ubiquitous running ponytail. She was trying to find some running stuff while her two adorable little boys were having a melt down. I just wanted to pick up a new trail running bottle, but found myself over by the running skirts. They had a grey Brooks skort that was just screaming for me to try on. I don't know if I can do it? I haven't seen any runners in this area wearing them yet. Just last night I read Kim's review of running skorts and I must say they are too cute....and practical as all hell. They look so comfortable. This particular one had two artfully engineer pockets for storing stuff like G.U. and keys. Kim sure looked good in hers. I thought my butt might totally disappear in this, but that was not the case. The proprietor was heavily encouraging me to try this on. He knew I'd be forking out the money as soon as I saw how darned cute this thing was. I've always thought tennis players were hot to the bone wearing their little skorts. Why do they get to corner the market on sexy? I'll just have to be a fashion trend setter for the area. I'll wear this for the Cleveland Half marathon. I'll go out real slow my first few miles, swishing away in my little skort. All the women will think I'm a little prissy thing just doing the marathon to look cute...then....I will pass them in blur of red haired fast fury, when I've had enough prancing around like red little show pony. I'll try to run my first race of negative splits...and dammit...this little skirt is going to help me do it. Fashion can make you fast. It's all in how you feel.