"Mad dogs and Englishmen", Dave remarked to me this afternoon, after I returned home from my midday, 9.3-mile walk in the 90-degree heat. I like to take my long weekend walks while Seph is napping, but next time we're in the middle of a heat wave, I think I'll get my lazy behind up early, instead. I didn't realize quite how exhausted I must have looked until I was walking under the freeway overpass (my "carrot-on-a-stick today was walking to the Coinstar to trade in a whole bunch of change for an iTunes gift card), and a young man honked his car horn at me and yelled, "You look hot!". I didn't for one second believe that he was referring to how said lazy behind was looking in my black spandex running tights (hey, they wick sweat, that's all I care about). Instead I felt my face, which had stopped sweating, and immediately drank some more water.
What was I doing, walking such a distance in the heat? Well, not like we were going to be headed to any San Diego beaches, that's for sure. After the tragic fatal attack of a triathlete by a great white shark this week, I'm starting to think maybe being a couch potato is not as bad for your health as previously believed.
The truth is, my left knee is still clunking ominously after a few miles of running, and I've been taking it easy on it for one extra day a week, substituting a very long walk for a short run to minimize the high-impact pounding. I've also, for the first time, starting using the elliptical trainer- the one where your arms move, too. Let's just say, I've discovered a way to make myself look even more ridiculous than simply sporting spandex.
I know what you're going to say- elliptical machines are easy, right? Sure they are, as long as you don't think too hard about what you're doing. A long time ago I read a poem about a millipede who was tooling around just fine until someone asked her which foot went first when she started to walk. Now put that poor millipede in Lycra and a sports bra and give her an iPod so she can garrote herself with the headphone cords and you have a basic idea of what my first ride on this beast looked like. I flailed and flopped around madly like a reject from a Peter Sellers movie. Then I got the rhythm, until a song I didn't like came on (how did that happen? I picked out all the music on my iPod), and I reached over to hit the "fast forward" button and ended up RUNNING BACKWARD on the machine. The good news is, I got my heart rate up, all right! A friend remarked that this "sounds like a commercial!", and I agree...I just don't know for WHAT. Coordination? Ace bandages? A remote for the iPod??
I am still tired and falling asleep at my keyboard...I'd get up and go to bed, but I can't remember which foot goes first...have a great Monday, everyone!