Swim, bike, run ….

After running 10 miles through town on Saturday, decided to hit the gym with hubby Sunday afternoon. He wanted to do a swim-bike-run thing. Sooooo not my style. I’m a one-sport chick, to be sure. Not thinking I really ever care to swim much. Yes, I CAN swim. Just don’t enjoy it all that much. Still, the Y has a nice pool. And still, I was thinking I did NOT want to be in a bathing suit yesterday.

On the way to the Y, I was praying that the pool would be too crowded and that we would nix that part of the plan. Pooh. Once in the pool, which wasn’t all that warm, it was real obvious how LONG it had been since I’d really done ANY swimming. How awkward I felt. How terribly uncoordinated I seemed. How “other” sported. Did the breast stroke for a bit … still my favorite stroke. Tried the crawl but realized I was mostly inhaling my hair without a tie back. Tucked it under my goggle strap which didn’t work all that well. Realized that I really, REALLY like being able to breathe whenever my lungs need it … and not be so limited to only when AIR is available. Sigh. Back stroke went pretty well. Oy! Did my shoulders ache later. Managed only about 20 minutes of swimming … and thinking that was really quite plenty, thank you very much!

Changed (which was less simple than even I’d imagined once you figure in showering off, drying off, still not being dry, and trying to stretch on capris and biking/running gear) and headed up to the gym to meet hubby for a bike ride. The bike was pretty much not much of an effort on my part, to be sure. Even with resistence up, I felt as though I could have simply put my head down and slept while still pedalling. Sleep running is more difficult, I think. Went about 11 miles before hubby thought we were done. Butt seemed to have taken the brunt of the activity on the bike … which worked its way out of my system after several laps around the track.

The track was home. I don’t often run on the track, prefering the treadmill if I’m going to be inside at all. We were clocking 9 minute miles (waaaay faster than usual) and running around some little kiddos and their dad trying to pass time. I love running with and around kids; they run because it’s FUN! As it should be for me as well. I try to embrace their heart about movement and play. We ran about 3 miles before deciding we had had ‘just about enough’ and called it a day.

I am MOST DEFINITELY a one-sport . Love them roads. Love them trails. Love adventure, too. And I suppose that’s what made it fun. Sweet hubby may have dreams of doing a triathalon. Me? Probably not. Cross training with a purpose? Yeah, I could go for that.

But I like air.