This morning, as I was hustling to get ready for work in the locker room at the pool, an older woman who must have been swimming near me or something, said “You didn’t swim very long.”
Shocked by her abruptness, I simply said I was “running late.” Which I was.
I was there for about 20-25 minutes. I got there much later than I planned but I still swam 1/2 mile. The workout plan I used to create my tri training program often has 15-25 minute swims ladled with “30 minute runs” etc…so today I swam for about a half hour. Tonight I will run for about a half hour. Lady, my work out ain’t no one’s business but my own. Besides, today is a 2-a-day day and I have a 45 minute bike scheduled for tonight.
The reason for my lateness?
I couldn’t find my keys.
You see, I cleaned my house. Like super cleaned last night. It’s practically spotless. I should have gone running but I really just wanted to spend a night in and clean. So I did.
See my spotless living room. Yeah it better stay that way. I’m looking at you husband.
And a spotless kitchen. Don’t mind the couple pots in the sink that need to be washed.
Anyhow, I digress.
I couldn’t find my keys this morning as I was running out the door. I was so proud of myself because (and this is a huge deal) I didn’t snooze. Correction, I only snoozed once. As in I decided I wanted to be up by 6:30 so rather than set my alarm for 5:45a as I am wont to do, I set it for 6:20a and was out of bed at 6:30!
Just enough to get out of the house by 6:50 no? WRONG! It took me 25 minutes to find my misplaced keys (they were under the blanket on the sofa cushions).
Either way, I would love to be friendly and talk about tri training with all the women at the pool but scolding me for not “asking” to swim in your lane when all lanes were full, and then judging me on my “not very long” workout are not the ways to make me want to sit at your table in the cafeteria. I’ll stick to my mostly solo workouts and keeping my trap shut in the locker room thankyouverymuch.