I mean, I take risks (like quitting my high paying bank job two weeks before my wedding to start a company with my husband or swapping the oil in my brownies with applesauce without knowing if it will taste the same). The risks I do take, well they aren't huge risks - well okay, so that one about the bank was. But I'm not the dare devil type (that brownie one... ask my hubby - that was pretty dare devilish. Won't do that again...) But I don't like being out of control. My husband says that I'm the only person he knows who skis up hill (I do... it's pretty damn funny). Perfect example.
Anyway, I digress.
One thing I'm DEFINITELY a wuss about is the cold weather. I'll admit it. You will too when you read this. Case in point...
Yesterday I woke up and it was 12 degrees according to our thermometer. It was windy - zero degree windchill. And it was snowing. Tom had a twelve mile run on the schedule. I had an eight. I honestly couldn't bring myself to bundle up and run outside. Quite frankly, there aren't enough clothes that I could wear that would make that run enjoyable.
**Insert the definition of wuss here, right folks?**
Instead, I went to the gym (with the gazillion other people because not only was it the first of the year crowd, but it was "bring a friend for free" weekend too...). I had all intentions of running on the dreadmill, but there weren't any
I ran 91 laps around the track. And yes, I kept track with the lap function of my watch.
That's 10.11 miles. Funny thing is that my macho hubby followed in my footsteps and actually ran 109! It really wasn't as horrible as it sounds.
Or as horrible as I think running outside would have been. So, long story short, I may be a wuss, but you run around a 1/9th mile track for ten miles and then tell me how badass you are...
Funny gym observations:
- In the hour and a half that I was running around in circles, 5 people came and went on the step machine. Even if they got on one right after another (which they didn't) they would have averaged 18 minutes a piece on the machine). Not judging... just saying.
- To that one girl that was using the leg stretching machine - you are inside. You don't need the sunglasses.
- And to the other lady on the row machine with the personal trainer - the tights, long sleeve fleece and ski cap were probably a bit much. Unless you were trying to sweat a lot. In which case... well never mind.