I’m definitely a fan of the motto, “You never regret a workout.” I mean, it’s true!
So I was trying to channel that mantra when my alarm went off at 5 this morning. My swimsuit was laid out, my googles and cap were in my bag. Clif bar on the counter. I knew once I got going I’d feel good.
Except I totally didn’t. Here was my morning:
5 am – Alarm goes off.
5:02 – Out of bed, eat Clif bar, don swimsuit and sweatpants, put lunch and clothes in my bag.
5:13 – Stumble out the door, on my bike!
5:25 – Pull up. Park my bike, find my pass, up the escalator.
5:27 – Try to get myself out of the chattyness of the front desk guy.
5:35 – Stuff in locker! Clothes hung up! Shower! Get in the pool!
5:40-6:12 – Swim, swim, swim. Feel heavy, slow, and generally like death until the last 10 minutes. Stopped at 5:50 momentarily so a swim instructor could fish a moth out of the pool who was swimming my way!
6:15 – Out of the pool, dry off, head to the shower
6:24 – Showered. Gym shampoo kind of sucks Comb hair. Tangly because the gym conditioner sucks, too. Blow dry.
6:30 – Still blow drying!
6:35 – Still blow drying. Ugh.
6:40 – Still blow drying, but running out of time. Leave hair slightly damp and put on makeup and dress.
6:47 – Grab gear, head out, get my bike off the rack, and walk two blocks to work. (The street is one way, so I can’t ride my bike.)
6:59 – Arrive at work, just on time.
So, that’s two hours. Two hours of being sleepy, sluggish, and rushed for about 30 minutes of a mediocre workout. Yep, I’ve got some regrets!