.87 miles in 20 minutes

I had a dream last night with all five of my personal trainers in it.  The plump blonde girl, the handsy black man, the tall bailiff looking guy who left to be a bailiff, the weird Portuguese guy who told me right off that he was growing out his hair, and the Asian P.T. student (Patrick).  It was one of those dreams like you see on t.v., everyone flashed in, imposing and intrusive. Only the bailiff spoke reasonably and kindly.  By the time Patrick showed up, I has wrestled myself out of sleep. I don’t know what all that means.

I am a terrible athlete, though.  I assert this. I think of John Pinette, may he rest in peace.  He was a very fat man that lost quite a bit of weight.  He spoke of his multitude of trainers “some quit, some turned to drugs and alcohol”.  I don’t know why most of my trainers left, but I can’t believe it entirely depended on me.

I worked with Patrick today for thirty minutes that flew by, even though I didn’t feel great.  I know why I didn’t feel good: I ate homemade salted caramel before bed.  That always does it.  I want to go on the Maffetone test.  I always feel better, stronger, wiser, but I’m scared.  I don’t want to do everything I can and have it still not be good enough.  I’m not asking to be Olympic Quality, or even amateur Masters, I just want to get the thing done.  If you don’t know who Maffetone is look here. You may consider doing it, too.

At home I found a sick dog.  Sam was notably lethargic, which is a big deal for a dog that mostly sleeps or lays around all day. He dragged himself around and hung his frumpy head. He and I went up for a nap and dozed off and on for about three hours.

At seven I headed back to the gym.  I was not pleased to find the pool filled with kids and parents during lap swim time.  I will have to get my butt to the pool early in the morning.  I managed to carve out a lane and get my swimming done, but it was horrible, my form was horrible, I had to stop and stand and gasp for breath twice and this was only 200 meters. Patrick is going to help me in the pool next week, and I hope that goes well.  I try and learn physical things but I forget easily.

Running afterwards went surprisingly well!  I didn’t run far, and I didn’t run fast, but I ran faster than usual and completed the workout.  Five minute walk, one minute run, one minute walk repeat the 1:1 for twenty minutes.  I hit .87 miles.  I have confidence I will improve that.  I watched CNN and FOX news until I couldn’t stand FOX anymore.  I generally run outside, but I appreciated the distraction.

 

 

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Cassi is a woman with close to zero athletic ability.  Ten years ago she completed a Sprint Distance Triathlon, just less than a year after she had a baby.  She’s been on a roller coaster of diets, yoga, dog walking and sleeping in so she’s not in great shape right now.  The baby is eleven now, and Cassi is forty (5’9″ and 187 pounds) and is ready to tackle another tri.

She is using Trinewbies.com as a guide.  She has a new pair of orange and pink athletic shoes, a cruiser bike and a gym membership.  There is a depressing pool at the gym at the place she takes yoga regularly, but the pool is adequate for her skills as a mean doggie paddler.

After running the race a decade ago, she learned this time she will need a bike better suited to speed, and learn some swim technique.

She also needs a team.  So far she has her husband, Brian, and a coach from the gym who promised to help get her ready.  Last time she employed pretty much everyone she knew to cheer her on and help keep her on track.  She’s going to make every effort to fill out an entry for every workout.  Are you in?

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