I work with several women who are extremely athletic. We’re talking marathons and triathlons, not lamely breaking out one bead of sweat while the kids use mommy as a human trampoline while she squeezes her buns in unison with Denise Austin on TV. We have a set marketing meeting on Monday mornings where we have the typical water cooler chit chat as we gather round the conference room table. You know, what we did over the weekend, how great (or horrible) the weather was, etcetera, only the women jocks typically talk about the 4-mile bike ride and 13-mile run they knocked out all before noon on Saturday or the new kick ass spin class at the Y. These are women who are hard-core about their daily workouts and consider sweating in buckets and feeling the burn as integral a part of their daily routine as brushing their teeth. (They also don’t have kids….I’m just sayin’.)
The hubby and I just ate jumbo burritos at Moe’s for lunch, followed by a 30-minute walk outdoors. I forgot my good walking tennis shoes today so I had to walk in my little black sandals for 30 minutes. Now that’s endurance training people. I may actually have to put on a bandaid.