Nothing Much

The two people who read my blog express concern for my lack of ‘real’ blogging. Well I confess I have been a bit down ever since the magazine Real Simple  published "Wearing workouts clothes when you are not working out" in its fashion guide to "What's Aging You" in the January 2012 issue (pgs 60-63). I fought through the depths of my despair with the realization it isn't when you wear workout clothes but how you wear workout clothes. If you feel good in your workout garb and don't smell I say work it - real simple. I, personally, am a lot more comfortable lycra clad than I am zipped and buttoned up in polyester. I do my best to not walk awkwardly in the heels that supposedly make me look professional but I feel fairly certain I give away my discomfort as I walk toward the witness stand thinking don’t trip, don’t trip, don’t trip . . . I tripped once when I stepped off the witness stand and let out a litany of giggles. I giggle when I am uncomfortable and when I am working hard. Hmmmm . . . .

Sigh, I digress. I haven’t written lately since I do not have much to write about. The off season is rather mundane. I wake up, have a cup of coffee, start workout 1, work, have a cup of coffee, start workout 2, overeat at dinner, and finally commence with the twitch and drool Olympics.

Once again I have lost track of logging my workouts otherwise I would try to impress you with the miles I have or have not logged. It is funny how people brag about either their fitness or lack of fitness. No one brags about mediocrity. Why does mediocrity always get the shaft? Why isn’t “just enough” as noteworthy as too much or not enough? My guess is everyone discounts the power of progress. I am swimming about ½ as many miles as I am running, and cycling 5 times the two combined. I have done enough glute bridges to walk to France and back without touching a drop of water. Did I have a PR week mileage-wise? Have I had a breakthrough on a target workout? No and no, but I have been the champ of consistency. I am going to take my trophy and build great things with it, great things my friend, great things . . . .