Because we haven't been having regular (or official) fight practices, I have had to find other means of exercise so that I will be able to fit into my armor (and garb) when I return to full-time eventing.
I decided that it was a good idea to do the Couch to 5k. Why? Because I hate myself.
I hate running. I don't run to the bathroom. Some people say they will only run if something is chasing them. I won't even run THEN. If something wants me that badly, then it can have me. But somehow, I decided that this was what I was going to do.
In 100+ heat index. In 97% humidity. In mosquito swarms. In the South.
Have I managed to run any of it? Yes. If you can call my glorified powerwalking actual running. The spirit of a 90's Mall Powerwalker lives on in my stride. Today it was storming, so I decided to use the treadmill in the fitness center of my complex. This was what I really didn't want to do, because I don't want people watching me run.
I run like a weeble wobble. You know those carnival games with the little figures outlined in fur that you have to knock down to win the prize? Yeah, that's what I look like when I run. I don't need anyone watching me looking like that. So I figured I would go right after work. It's Friday. It's 5:45. Who is going to be at the gym?
Me and some guy on the bike.
I would like to apologize to that gentleman for the horror I am sure he had to endure. To make up for it, I used the weight machines for a few reps. I haven't been shooting, either, and I don't want to be back at square one when I can finally get back to the archery range. That, at least, didn't look like a carnival nightmare, and I even pressed more than he did. Not that it was a competition (it totally was).
The things we do for our hobby, y'all.
