I Don't Even Know

Today will mark the 6th consecutive day of activity.  I woke up this morning a little sore and stiff and really dreading my planned run in the evening.  Did you catch that?  I start early in the morning thinking of excuses not to run.  As my morning progressed I was feeling better, less achy and sore and I'm actually looking forward to my run tonight.  I'm also looking forward to being able to pat myself on the back when my run is finished.  I have successfully completed 6 days of training and I'm very much looking forward to a night off tomorrow :)

So, what's been going on this week?  Well... on Tuesday I slipped into my local running store to see if they might be able to help me with my insoles.  I've been suspecting for a little bit that my insoles were leading to a little bit (not all) of my knee pain.  It's never smart to run in bad shoes, you'll just hurt your self.  So, I went in looking a little lost and was helped by a really nice, knowledgeable guy.  He asked why I use a particular brand of insoles and  I honestly couldn't answer the question.  I've run in Asics with Spencos since high school.  Some 14 years.  Ouch.  It was standard procedure to buy a new pair of shoes and a pair of Spencos so why would I ever change something that wasn't broke?  *shrug* Well, long story short, the very nice gentleman fit me with a new brand of insoles and even trimmed them down for me.  Which was exactly what I was hoping someone would do for me.  Thanks, dude!  He then told me that I had to break them in over the next week or so and that I wasn't allowed to run in them. Wha'??!!  Boo.  I laced up my old shoes and knocked out a mile and a half when I got home.

What else?  I'm getting more comfortable at the gym.  With Eron's help I've found 8 machines that I'm comfortable using, plus a few others that I'm comfortable subbing in if some ones decides to plant themselves on a machine for half an hour.  Seriously?  Why do guys (and it is usually guys) think it's cool to camp out on a machine for 30 minutes?  Like, the leg extension?  You can't do anything on it except, well, extend your damn leg.  Do it, get off your cell phone and let me work in.  Also, when I do get my set it I better not find that you're lifting the same weight as I am.  You are a big bulky dude.  I am a small and less strong little girl.  *grumble*  /rant  Also, I'm pretty sure if I asked you might move along.  But hey, I said I was getting more comfortable at the gym.  I didn't say I act like I own the place.  heh 

I am proud that I'm learning to not take myself too seriously at the gym.  I can laugh at myself when I nearly nail myself in the face when I adjust the spring loaded seat.  Who decided it was a good idea to spring load a seat back?  I don't run into the locker room and hide when the seat squeaks and sounds like I farted.  I didn't!  I will not, under most circumstances, make eye contact with anyone.  I'm there to get my workout on and get the heck out the door.  I am not there to socialize.  I will poke at Eron from time to time and give him a smooch in the middle of the gym.  I hope he doesn't mind, cause I dig it.  Is that wrong?  Is PDA in the gym acceptable or does it detract from his masculinity?  K.  Think I've written enough today :)