A self-imposed “Do Not Run” restriction is a totally runner’s high buzz kill; how am I supposed to reap the mental benefits of my usual run? How am I supposed to keep up my in-shape fit-level? What about the Long Beach Triathlon and the Hermosa Beach Triathlon?
As my father would say, do things that don’t hurt you.
Which is of course, excellent advice. So this week, instead of trotting down the sidewalks of Orange County I have been swimming daily, and engaging in strength training!
The swimming, while a bit draining on my pocketbook, has gone from being a supplement to my aerobic activity to being my aerobic activity. This probably means I should attempt to swim faster than a mile in thirty minutes, which is my usual pace, but I have yet to up the ante. A goal for next week.
Typically, I swim three days a week, so this week, I wound up doing four. My very merry usual un-swim day, Thursday, is a little different at the pool; only two lanes are open for lap swim, while the other two are used for “Senior Swim,” which implies that seniors get in the pool and swim. Really, it means the old ladies get in the pool and gossip about their friends. Their was a lively conversation about a woman who, at lunch the day before, only left fourteen dollars for her portion of the meal, and they had to call her to get another two dollars from her. Also, Thursdays have their own host of regular lap swimmers, two of whom were exhibiting my largest pet peeve when it comes to swim-attire behavior: wearing swim caps that they did not tuck their hair into.
Back to the topic at hand.
For my strength training, I required some motivation. Making my muscles quiver is about as fun to me as looking at pictures of fabric softener, so I set two goals for myself:
1. To be able to do twenty push-ups.
2. To beat Ken at arm wrestling.
The push-ups are easy. Okay, in theory, they are easy. I just have to do one more each day. So on Monday, I could do four push-ups. It is okay to snicker at that number, but that’s where I’m at. So Tuesday I did five. Wednesday I did six. Thursday I did five again. And today, Friday, I did eight! I believe that continuing to build on where you are at is a good plan.
As for the arm wrestling, I busted out my dusty purple 8-pound weights that haven’t seen the light of day since Jazzercise class in 2006. To some rocking tunes, namely “All the Small Things” by Blink 182 and “Set Your Phasers to Stun” by Taking Back Sunday, I did arm curls are tricep lifts in sets of ten. After those nine minutes, I worked on my core, by knocking out two minutes of crunches.
It’s a short, uninformed start. But I’ll do some research this weekend, and get you all on my new strength-training plan. It can’t hurt for the triathlon training, and it certainly isn’t causing my foot any pain.
Next stop — Target. Going to pick up a yoga DVD to pass the time.