So this week I have been hitting the gym.
Don't fall over. It is actually happening.
I usually am not a fan of the gym, I am an outside kid and I want to play outside (stomping foot for emphasis).
The fact is while I have spent many years building endurance (lets not count 2012) – I haven't spent any time on strength.
Well, I might have done a crunch or a push-up, but that is about it.
So see, I can go for a long time, but I'm not very fast/powerfully/strong.
And…I'm approaching the big FOUR-O with the seeming speed of a mad cheetah on acid (I think that would be fast) so that means every part of my body is meandering south.
So in an attempt to fight gravity and get stronger and more powerful at SBR (I have given up all hope of speed), I started going to the gym.
I am kind of on a streak.
I've never made it an entire week before. To get to the gym, I have to leave by 4:30 am at the latest to make the hour drive to the gym (that work helps cover most of! WIN) to get an hour in and get to work with an “optional” shower on time (I work in the woods, the moose don't mind).
Anyway, what is cool about going in the mornings is that everyone there is there to work out – it is all business, and there are like 10 people there, all of which just crawled out of bed and dont want to talk either.
I am hoping to build to a strong 2013 race season to offset my very freaking weak 2012 lack of race season (and lack of blogging).
I am not going to talk season plans yet, it just seems too early. Mostly my plan at this point is to run for cardio and lift for strength and play with Porter (if I can wake him up!)