Ever seen a whale swim? Ok, enough with the self-deprication jokes. Tonight was probably my most intense workout…I never thought that the hard I breathed the better I would feel. It’s similar to that runner’s high…is there a swimmer’s high? I guess the endorphins in your brain don’t know the difference. But anyway, I was glad I took my heart meds. After a 50meter swim I had a heartrate of 120. Scary, but at least I’m doing something about it. I really cant believe I am actually sticking with this. I said I was gonna do this for the last 7 years, yeah, I have only been doing it for 2 weeks almost now, but that’s the longest streak I have had yet.
So, I swam about a 2,000 tonight; various strokes, mixed it up. I think I am going to lift weights tomorrow, then swim after.
On the funnier side, I am still the most in-shape person who uses the pool. Everyone else just bobs around and uses floaties, and is either 60+ or in a Mexican gang. Don’t get me wrong, not to be racist or anything, but this is the neighborhood I grew up in, and boy, it could not be any more different than it has gotten now. I guess change is good, but extinction is not, is it? I was the only white guy within a mile of the Bally’s pool. Yes, the entire Bally’s facility is less than a mile, so you do the math. So, there I am swimming, and I’m getting dirty looks at the end of each lap by these other people…like they think I am trying to show off or something. Yeah…a fat guy, who can’t swim more than a 100 at a time without stopping and panting is showing off. Hmm, well, at least there it is. Anyone not using a floatie is going down!
As stated previously in my other posts, I think my scale is broken. I tried it again tonight, and it said I was 336lbs, then 10 second later I was 321lbs. Damn! This is the best scale I’ve ever had! So, oh well, I guess I am taking that one back. $40 was too much to spend on a scale that dies after one week of use. It said rated up to 400lbs, so it’s not my fault. I wonder if they stress-tested this product before shipping it out?
So, tomorrow, it is back to the hood to workout. I better wear my neutral gang colors, and pay omage to the floatie club, or someone might bust a cap up in my hizzle dizzle (fo’ shizzle).
FOOD DIARY: For breakfast I had: “Holy crap I just woke up at 7:45 and I gotta be at work at 8!”, For lunch I had Carrabas (sp?) (I cheated, but ate smaller portions), and for dinner I had I had chicken and rice that I had cooked a few days ago.
After a hard day of work, very frustrating anyway, and a vigorous workout I was totally bushed. As I park in my driveway and walk up to my house, I feel good for working out, but physically drained from the work day/workout. I walk in the door, and my wife greets me with open arms, says “I am so proud of you for sticking with this,” which was all I needed to put a smile on my face and eat my chicken and rice happily while watching ‘The Cable Guy’ (best movie ever made….well, close to it). Ever go to Medieval Times? or for a ride on the Information Superhighway?