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March 16, 2005
overachieving 
This morning was grey and overcast and even a bit sprinkly. After all this crazy sunshine and warm temps, it felt strange. But it's just March. What is the real spring going to be like?
So, I'm probably heading back east in the next couple weeks. I have no dates, no info—I know when would be most convenient for work, but that won't be the decider. So I'm in a state of limbo—when is it happening, for how long, what races will I be missing?
Emboldened by 230 on the scale the last time I weighed myself, I'd love to lose a little more weight before I go. Not that anyone there would notice, but I'd know. So this week, I've been showing a bit more restraint—no beer in the evenings, salads whenever possible—and while my legs are still a little wonky, I've been seeking out incidential exercise like climbing the stairs, taking the long way to the bus and the coffee shop, and squeezing some exercycle in when sweetie disappears on his scooter. I'd like to get a walk in—maybe tonight. Sigh.
Pilates was nice last night. Among other things, I showed up early. Fancy that! I set up my mat so I was right in the instructor's sightline. And I worked to exhaustion on everything. I used heavier weights on the weighted stuff. All good. Got some good visual feedback from her, acknowledgements that I was doing it right.
I mentioned to sweetie that Sara is taking a pilates class at the neighborhood rec center, and he was wildly enthusiastic that I should take my class there too, until I told it that it meets on one of the same nights as my standing pilates class. But it gave me some food for thought. If I took only one evening pilates class, that would give me a night for CrossFit. I told him about that, and he clearly thought I was insane for even considering it. "Go ahead my crazy baby, take the nutsy-cuckoo overachiever class. You'll like it"
Balancing home and my fitness aspirations is hard. I just want to hang out with my honey, even as lots of our hang out time is reading or watching TV. And, for some reason, I have a hell of a time leaving earlier than he does. Mind you, luckily for me, he leaves early. But I don't know what that's about (my stuff, not his), and I don't like it.
Guys seem to have an easier time of this. Ladies, how do you handle this? And guys, am I making the right assumption here?
Posted at March 16, 2005
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The man and I always joke about how in shape we were until we met. Then all we wanted to do was snuggle, then a few years ago we went through a rough spot,and we both got really in shape again. We decided to make a healthy choice and try to be in shape and get along. I usally run in the mornings when he is still in bed anyway, and do videos while he is at work, he exercises on his lunch break....it works out nice.
Of course he still ways the same as he did the day we met and not only have I gained weight, but I had a baby too. Uh yeah.
boyz.....
Posted by: brit at March 16, 2005 1:31 PM
get him to join you! drag his butt to Pilates, get him to go on walks with you, encourage him to find some kind of fitness activity to participate in. my guy bicycles (with and without me) and does yoga. we've started to walk to restaurants and church and he's actually loving it. we get "together time" for talking and hashing out stuff.
saturday mornings, he's off at 9 for yoga and i have a whole 2 hours to hang around and then do my run/walk intervals and stretch. it's heaven.
if you do the dishman pilates class, you could both walk over and he could work out at the gym (or do water exercise, but that's sort of a girly activity :-)
Posted by: tszuj at March 16, 2005 2:54 PM