Training Update

So, I have hit a few snares in my training plans for the 3 day (60 mile) breast cancer walk.

The first issue is that it is really cold, so I have to train at the gym. But Quinn spends 20 hours at day care each week now that Tim and I both work. So, I feel really guilty when I take one of our free afternoons together and drag her to the playroom at the gym. (Plus, it is kind of gross there, and she cries.)

But when I do decide to go for it, I run into some other issues. Picture this (perhaps as if you are watching and even laughing from across the gym). I get Quinn to play nice at the play room, dry her tears and head to a treadmill. I push the "Quick start" button, which actually starts at a treadmill speed of .4 and then I slowly start pushing the increase speed button until I reach the very comfortable speed of .....2.5!!! It probably looks like slow motion to some onlookers.

Soon I open my abnormal psychology textbook and place it on the book tray to start reading. I have a pink highlighter in one hand and a blue one and a pen in the water holder just in case. Within about a minute and one paragraph, I get a side ache. Pregnancy side aches are weird, mine have to do with pressure from the baby. So, I do what any woman who just went through all that trouble would do, and I switch the highlighter to the other hand and hold my side and the side of my belly up with my own hand to relieve the pressure.

And for some reason it helps to use the opposite hand from the side that hurts. It looks like a pretzel, but it works. Still walking. Sill reading. Pink highlighter in the air.

After about 30 minutes one of a few possible things happens.

1) A person from the playroom comes to tell me that Quinn has poop. I have no diapers because I am losing my mind. We go home.

2) A sweaty gross fat man chooses the treadmill next to mine. He sprints for 60 seconds and then walks for 5 minutes over and over again. The choking noises he makes after he finishes his sprint make we throw up. Too much trouble to switch machines. We go home.

3) I get a side ache on the other side. I have to put the pick highlighter down. I have both arms wrapped around myself. I feel ridiculous, and it is not helping. We go home.

Good news: It is getting warmer, and one day last weekend. Quinn and I walked with the BOB stroller outside. It starting snowing the next day, but at least I got outside one. I just need to bundle up and be gutsy about it because I am not Quitting.

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