My rump has finally stopped hurting. I guess I was beginning to wonder after sitting on picnic style benches for 6 hours a day this week. I did install a new wider, more cushiony bike seat... which helped incredibly. I did take a ride yesterday in the 90+ degrees at about 5:30. I tired faster than I hoped, which I think is due to hydration issues. I did manage to get 4.87 miles in, which felt great- at a slower 9mph. Today is was more than 100, so I decided to take a break. After Evy goes to bed, I am going to do some balance ball work.
I think Michael is going to check out the gym tomorrow. He has decided that he wants to work out with his dad, to help him gain more muscle tone. I guess maybe I intimidate him because he never seems to want to work with me. When he has in the past, he pushes too hard- to compete, I think. I don't push him because I want him to discover the positive feeling from working out on his own, not the forceful nagging of his overbearing wife. My delimia is I like my former gym better than our town YMCA. I did personal training and now they have unlimited tanning. It is also 24 hours. I can't really imagine wanting to work out past 9pm, but I guess it is a good option for an insominiac. The YMCA has a pool and swimming lessons. I have decided that I need to give up my *almost* 30 year old pride and take some good old fashion swimming lesson. I have been working on proper lap techniques via internet instructions and seem to choke on water each time. It is rather frustrating and counterproductive to the triatholon adventure. Michael suggested nose plugs. So my deliema is 24 hour- brand new, personal trainer, tanning gym or local YMCA with pool, track, racketball, and rock climbing wall. hmmm...
Next week, I am leaving to help my sister recover from surgery. I won't be able to pack my bike, so I am thinking this will give me an opportunity to increase my running skills. I am working on these. I am *trying* to enjoy it. I have been reading Megan's blog. If she can do a 5K unprepared before golf, then I can do it. I really enjoy the running, it doesn't hurt physically, I just feel like I am gasping for air. My lungs need training, my body is working through it.