This photo was actually taken back in Sicily. Word up.
So Nadia and I made the trek down to the infamous (but probably the best in terms of hardcoredness) strollercize class today. I knew I was hoping against hope that it would work for us but I decided to try anyway. Turns out, it doesn't work for us. Too bad, because the cardio interval-esque training is quite good and surprisingly challenging enough. What I was able to squeeze in of the weight training portion was alright, but probably not as much as what I do on my own. So why didn't it work for us? True to form, Nadia lasts a half hour in the stroller. The class, unfortunately, is over an hour. Sure, one could chalk it up to the fact that she's a toddler, but if one reads back in the infant archives, one will recall that this was true even when she was the age of most of the other babies in the class. She's actually more tolerant of the stroller than she used to be.
And sure, I could just let her suffer. But somehow I feel that making a kid who loves to walk, dance, and run, sit in a stroller and scream for twice her tolerance just so I can get a workout in that I could find other ways to accomplish, is a little unfair and selfish. I'm no stranger to selfishness, but in this case I decided to momentarily put it aside. But that's just me.
I love the classes at this gym but I've always gotten a weird vibe there. It's not that I'm intimidated by the fact that there are a lot of fit and upper middle class women (being around military wives has made me forget they exist!) that attend this gym, I've been to plenty of gyms with similar clientele and barely noticed, nor is it that I am not fit enough or stylish enough, so what is it? I think it's that the women at this gym are all a bit stepford wife-ish. I don't know what it is about them, but it's something. I don't like it.
So we won't be going back. Once N turns 15 months and gets her 12 month shots (make sense of that!) - I'm trying to keep her healthy until then, ie. no daycare- we'll probably try the Y. It's much closer to my parents' house and much less stepford-y. Then again, it's almost summer (or is it? It's actually snowing here. Belee'dat homies.) so maybe we'll just do jogging stroller runs and home weights. We'll see.
Finally a picture where I'm not wearing any Nike or Lululemon garments.... not even my socks. (Speaking of which, my long run is now up to 5 miles and my leg feels pretty good. Only twinged near the end. The thin, dry air is still hurting my lungs a bit, but I'm slowly easing into this high altitude, dustbowl, existence.)
Holy crap it's cold. It's may. WTF. As I flew over the prairies on my way into etown I looked down at the brown landscape and thought, "what have I done?" Gone is the Virginia lushness, to stay instead, are flurried and endless days. And don't even get me started about how dry it is....
