Working out on my own has been fun, but it has been a challenge. The challenge often times is finding the time and finding the motivation when Bobcat is home waiting. I hate the double standard and the guilt that seems to be programmed into my genders brain. I feel guilty leaving to workout when he is home alone and maybe hungry and I don't know why. Its not like he is helpless, its not like he cant feed himself, and its not like he wouldn't just take off and leave me behind to go workout. But I do, I feel guilty and its something I will have to work on.
But this past week that has changed. Bobcat has gone "training" mode on me. He is on his salad only diet (which he wants me to join but isn't going to happen) and he finally got back on bike. I think the trip to the mountains for the Tour of California got his fitness goal going. I can't say it didn't have an effect on me, watching pro racers go up and down the mountains is inspiring, but watching the amateurs and the weekend warriors is soul stirring. While I sat in my screened tent eating my morning poptart bundled in my hoodie, I watched hundreds of average cyclists try their hand at part or all of the days route. And while I wanted to make excuses as to the fact that these people were Cat 2 riders, or semi pros (many were), the fact remained that for every one of those riders, I saw one that looked like me. In a few very gut wrenching cases, I saw some that were way worse than me. Slowly pedaling, determined to get to the top, earning the nods of the elite riders as they passed them and words of encouragement from those on their way back down. I wanted to be that person on the bike, and I think Bobcat did too.
The bike season in Casa de Voltron (we aren't married so I shall name our household however I choose) started on Tuesday with a trip to the El Dorado critierium races. It was a nice 7 mile round trip on our mountain bikes. However, the real riding got started this weekend. Its been a daily 10k on the trainers together. I don't know if all the sessions will be together, but for now its at least a comfort to know I am not alone anymore.
Workout:
6.5 miles on the bike trainer
1000yd swim
Food:
PB&J sandwich
chips and guacamole
quarter lb carne asada
1 chicken kabob
grilled zucchini
half a grilled portabello mushroom
hot fudge sundae
kale chips
Working our alone sucks balls and the guilt for me is horrible now with the baby. I think I'll talk about this in my blog too.
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