I guess I was the first one to finish our normal workout at the gym (it was timed) though three people were faster than me in the earlier class. That’s good enough for me. I knew Nicky would be faster than me, so I decided not to fight in his weight class and picked up heavier weights. HaHA! Not that it really means anything. You just need to compare your own times and just use the people around you as motivation. Today, we ran two laps, and did a 30-20-10 of dumbbell deadlifts and dumbbell push press. Jeff was faster than me on the middle of the workout, though he doesn’t run as fast as I do now. I made it back in after two laps around the building first, but he caught up to me on the 30, and we were pacing each other throughout. I took off out of the building just before he did and I think I made it around the corner as he was coming out. The thing is, I felt out of breath and wanted to walk, but I could hear him behind me. I thought I was going to throw up but I kept pushing myself and finished in pretty good time.

I forgot to mention that it was in the high 30’s and raining when we were out there and I was pretty miserable and cold. The sound of Jeff’s footsteps behind me was really the rain falling off of the building because when I finally decided to look behind me, he wasn’t there. I’m still not willing to push myself to the point of throwing up, but I was lying on the ground for a while after this.

I get grief from THMFIC for my old t-shirts that I wear to the gym. I have a lot of running shirts from my sister and I figure nobody’s going to care at the gym. The long-sleeved t-shirt I had was from 1990. I had to admit to someone who told me she was 9 at that time that I was 26 then. That sort of math makes me feel old, probably because I am old. Ah, well, it’s still a long way to 91, where my dad just about made it to.

And if anyone else is keeping track of my bathroom woes: I get to start using my shower again on Thursday. Finally!