In the “real world,” I work as a fitness trainer at a health club, which I’ve come to conclude is remarkably similar to my former job as a preschool teacher. I spend a good portion of my work day educating members on what I think of as pretty basic facts about nutrition and exercise, and sometimes it still surprises me how out of tune people can be with their own bodies (especially when those people are at a health club exercising for their health and weight loss. Okay, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised – there’s a reason they got to their present state of unhealth and heaviness, right?) My club has this really cool technology that quantifies a member’s workout and shows them charts and graphs of how hard they worked compared to their last few workouts, how many calories they burned, etc. On an almost daily basis I will hear a member exclaim that the machines must not be working, because their numbers are so low today. Really?? It couldn’t possibly be that you didn’t push yourself very hard??
If there’s one thing I’ve learned while doing this “athlete” thing for the last few years, it’s that I am consistently inconsistent. There are good days and bad days. There are days when I think I’m giving it everything I’ve got and I still suck. There are days when I’m not even breathing hard and speed just seems to fall into my lap. Sometimes I know why things didn’t go my way (chili isn’t an especially good dinner before a long run) and sometimes I just make excuses (sure is windy today!), but I try to see every workout as a work in progress – good, bad or ugly.
Today’s swim definitely falls in the “ugly” category. Oh, my.
I bought myself some neoprene gloves yesterday to go with the neoprene booties (thanks again, Alma!!) that are helping me stave off frostbite during my backyard swims. Now, while swimming in the 50 degree pool, I am covered in neoprene from head to toe. Literally. My face and a little bit of my neck are the only parts of me actually exposed to the frigid water. Of course it’s a good thing that I’m not risking hypothermia, but I discovered today that there’s a downside, too: when the booties, gloves and wetsuit are all doing their job properly, I weigh a good ten pounds more than I do on dry land! While I was struggling to lift my giant Mickey Mouse hands out of the water, I thought to myself, “Well, this isn’t going to be a fast one today.” Truer words were never thunk. It was my slowest 500 meters yet, but I’m not complaining or blaming the neoprene for my poor performance. <Insert “It is what it is”-type cliché here>
I hope your day has been consistently awesome!