For about four months I have been coming to work every week regaling my colleagues about my hard workouts and how much Vic made me do this week.
I was starting to feel pretty proud of myself.
Which I shouldn't do.
Inspired by my tales of glory, my friend Kathy decided to start preparing for a 5 K. She has been doing the Couch to 5K plan. Good for you! I said patronizingly as I whined about my own - really really hard - workout.
Saturday, Kathy & I participated in the American Heart Association Heart Walk.
It was PACKED!
And Vic was there! And Ricky! And Gabe! I was so excited. I showed off my beautiful boys to my friend Kathy. She rolled her eyes at me. What else could she do?
The walk started. SLOWLY.
The problem was, there were a lot of people there. Like, a million. And we were all trying to go around the "track" which wasn't a track at all, but the perimeter of Whataburger Field. (Which is a gorgeous facility! Come to Corpus Christi & Check it out -- it's awesome!).
So it was sort of a heart stroll.
Which is fine. Many of the walkers were heart patients -- the whole point is activity, not speed.
But Kathy and I were there for a workout.
And the stroll wasn't working us.
So, as I happily chatted about Vic & Ricky & Gabe and how much they love me, Kathy started to walk fast. Then she started to run. Then she started to run fast.
I sort of kept up with her the first mile.
By the second mile, she was no where to be found.
And, believe it or not, I still wasn't getting much of a workout.
The event had Workout Stations where you could participate in other fitness activity. Like Zumba! And Step Classes! And Vic had a station! Yeay! I can work out with Vic! And Ricky! And Gabe!
And then I took a step class.
I got my workout.
A really really owie workout.
I shoulda stayed with Kathy.