Showing posts with label YMCA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label YMCA. Show all posts

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Full Disclosure Week 3



I have been faithful this week in going to Y everyday. Well except yesterday. It turns out that Friday's are the toughest day for me to schedule time there. Maybe I am feeling guilty over leaving my kids there, maybe I am tired from the long week, maybe I am just busier than usual on Fridays. Whatever the reason, it didn't work out yesterday. But this morning, the kids and I headed downtown and managed to get a really nice long workout in.

So the weigh in for this week brought me to: 137.4. Not too bad. I lost .6 pounds from last week and in the middle of the week, I actually saw the number 135 on the scale. But it is good to remember that so many things factor into what your weight is on a certain day of the week. Fluid intake, hormones and just as simple as what you had for dinner the night before...all of these things play a role. So I am not stressing the weight. At least I am not GAINING weight right?

Onto songs of the week to add to the list. All of these songs inspired me to run faster, longer and harder than I ever have in my life. Some you may recognize, some you may not. I don't care, it's MY list! Haha!

Here it is:
Let's Hear It for the Boy: Denise Williams (classic 80's tune)
We're Not Gonna Take It: Twisted Sister
Unskinny Bop: Poison
Keep the Car Running: Arcade Fire
Mr. Brightside: The Killers
Fighter: Christina Aguilera
Istanbul Not Constantinople: They Might Be Giants
Daydream Believer: The Monkees
Dancing in the Dark: Bruce Springsteen

Monday, April 16, 2007

Stinky

I just got back from working out at the YMCA this morning. I was fired up because I had to wait a little while to get the kids into the childcare, so I was ready to jump on a treadmill and just get going. I scored a treadmill right away, I set the machine up and was running. About 30 seconds into my run, I caught a whiff of the guy next to me.

Living here in Asheville, you get an opportunity to live amongst the crunchiest people in America. Many times, I love that characteristic of this city. When I am working out, I am not a fan. I mean, these people STINK. It is not like, wow-maybe you forgot the Deo this morning. no. They are fanatically against deoderant. And they might even tell you, "after a few days-the stink goes away." I am here to tell you; no it does not. And it doesn't go away after 30 minutes on the treadmill.

I tried to give the guy a benefit of the doubt. I looked at how much time he had been on the treadmill, I mean...maybe I was catching him at the end of the run. Nope. Eight minutes. He had been on the treadmill for EIGHT MINUTES and smelled like a landfill. I thought to myself, well at least I will have eight minutes at the end of my run without this smell. No again. After he finished, he got off and adjusted his time on the signup wall and started to run for ANOTHER 30 MINUTES. Arghhh!

After I finished my run, I went over to get my ab routine underway. I was doing abs and smelled the bad b.o. smell again. I even felt bad, like "maybe I stink and here I was judging that guy and being annoyed by the fact that he is out in public-SWEATING and stinking. " But no, it was another crunchy stinky gym rat. Seriously? Two in one day?

At least the Y requires you to 1) wear clothes and 2) it can't be denim. Otherwise, I don't think that I could go back.