I’m standing in the gym locker room caffeine-twitching like a spaz. This workout is going to be great. Swimming is a good idea right?
This is the word I like to use for making things better. You are embettering them. EM-better-ing. Easy.
Dad and I embettered (multiple tenses—I hope you like this, grammar nazis) our old habits together today. I remember as a kid, going go church with him on Sunday mornings and getting hot chocolate after. Going in the summer was the best, we could sit outside the church and listen to the music instead of being steamed in our shells, huddled next to neighbors in short pews. I am not a religious person by any stretch, so it was more of a conscientious moment of spending time together. I tried church and found that attending was not for me, so I stopped.
Today I got to relive that joy of hanging out with my dad alone. Instead of heading to church as we would when I was eight or nine, we went on a long bike ride together. After losing 60+ lbs and hitting 250 for the first time in at least a decade, my father is back on track towards getting fit. With the advent of my new bike, of course I was destined to be his compliancy buddy. I am totally pleased with that. My father was my fitness role model when I was just starting out a few years ago, and I’m glad to have caught up.
While we may not be ending with hot chocolate and Dunkins’ muffins, I’m glad I got to spend time with him, sitting on a bench in the town depot, resting for a minute at our half-way point and chatting before jetting off again. It reminds me of one of my uber-favorite running quotes:
It is better to be running in the mountains, contemplating god, than to be sitting in church contemplating running in the mountains.
I did the math and today is my 9th time on a bike in the past three years. Three of those rides were last week on my mountain bike. In light of this statistic, I think I’m doing pretty damn well.
I run in the middle of the day due to my work schedule. 70-105 degrees and baking sunshine is not uncommon. I still get it done, and so do a lot of other people according to this runners’ world page. For some reason I still get told that I’m crazy for running outside in the heat. Why? The heat can be conquered.
Running in the summer heat is not all that difficult to get used to, and once you do, it’s pretty enjoyable. The bike paths around me are always empty during the heat of the day, so I don’t have to fight with pedestrians for some pavement. Glorious.
If you don’t believe me that it’s doable, watch Running on the Sun, the documentary about the Badwater Ultramarathon which is 135 miles through Death Valley and up Mt. Whitney. There are videos circulating on youtube of participants training for this by running on home treadmills, in parkas, with the heating vent of a dryer directed straight into their home-made sauna.
85, hot and sunny. I didn’t wear a shirt and got very few leers, no honks. Great success. +10 self confidence.