Outside: Next weekend I’m running a Big 10 themed race (Midwestern!!) where you wear the colors of the team of your choice. I didn’t go to a Big Ten school but I’m running for Northwestern because I went to camp there and have family who went. Go Wildcats! My PT is also running this race, I found out this week. She is okay with me running it, but not thrilled because she thinks I might push it too hard. She joked that she would be happier if I were running for her school (Michigan).
I just discovered this race starts at 7AM but we have to be in corrals by 6:45, at least 45 minutes from my apartment. This is why summer races are the worst; either you sweat to death or you get up in the middle of the night. Anyway, I had no idea it started this early, because apparently I can’t read.
Inside: I finally went for a tour of the big gym near my office. I had been putting it off for the following reasons:
- Fear of being fat shamed or treated like I have never been to a gym
- Superstition that as soon as I join a gym next to my office, I will lose my job and thus never go
- Concern about being locked into a contract and/or affordability
- Hesitancy about running into coworkers there
Anyway, I took some lunch time and went today after forcing Jocelyn to shame me into it. It is supermassive, supernice and pretty cheap compared to gyms near my apartment. Next week I’ll work out there for real, and then I’ll probably sign up. I was so nervous about going in there and getting suckered into something or embarrassed, but it was so low key it didn’t matter at all.