Mon – AM: 60/70min run, PM: gym – snatches, 30sec row intervals, core etc, 40/50min bike commute
My snivelling is almost over, I believe, so that’s enough of my winging too.
All went fairly well today, I enjoyed my run, though my gluteous maximosus (this is not a spelling mistake, if I were to speak out loud I would put a funny accent on…) is still feeling the effects of:
A) racing saturday
B) falling down the stairs saturday (wearing stupid slippers..)
I’m doing well lately, aren’t I?!
I quite enjoy my Monday gym sessions… mainly becuase I spend a decent percentage of it lolling around on the foam roller, making horrible grimacing faces (it’s really very painful, in a good way) and ironing out the niggles. The rest of the session consists of lots of short, sharp efforts, so boredom is always far away.
I have to admit i’m not 100% sure how much my gym sessions are actually helping me. Plenty of triathletes will point out ‘bulking up’ is none too helpful. However, cutting out a couple of pure cardio bike/run/swim sessions to strenthen myself and hopefully limit injury doesn’t seem like a bad idea. That is the intention, anyway.
Injury prevention is the rational explanation. The less reasoned reason behind my strength sessions is that I quite enjoy them. That, and I enjoy balancing out the male/female divide in the weights room by a teeny tiny bit (it’s still very, very unbalanced..).
However, the sex divide in the ‘bottom half’ of the gym can be very off-putting. I usually find that I feel the need to make sure I get everything right, to validate my actual existance. In short, I never feel totally comfortable.
I wouldn’t call myself particuarly strong, and thus don’t think anything i’m doing is all that remarkable, yet as soon as I pick up a dumbell the entire population of the ‘bottom half’ looks at me like I have three heads and a moustache.
There is the above confused reaction, and there is the less favourable ‘i’m going to chat you up’ reaction. Last weeks gem: “*scrutinising up and down look*… you’re fit.” This was followed by a poor attempt to start a conversation. Behaviour like that is just.. well, it’s actually laughable. Just becuase I am the only available female specimen, suddenly i’m some sort of target?
Until I start wondering up to guys busting their guts on the cardio machines and saying “alright, sexxxy,” I will not accept that the gym is a good place to chat someone up. And I wouldn’t hold your breath on that happening any time soon.
Anyways, that was never meant to become a feminist rant, but it did and that’s that. I feel well and truly vented, so bed time now – swim time tomorrow.
One more morning session, and it’s Wednesday – lie in day 🙂