Tuesday, July 17, 2012
The dog days of summer have descended in all their stifling heat and murderous humidity. I've come to miss the ocean breeze and cooling shade, and long for a proper lake or beach nearby I can avail myself of.
I discovered something worse than 102'F temperatures, a malfunctioning A/C unit, and weight gain: bronchitis in July. No one enjoys being sick, but suffering a nasty cough and rattling breaths through the sunniest weather in months makes illness that one bit more miserable. Instead of paddling around a metropark lake in a canoe, I got to swim in blankets and pillows. Shivering uncontrollably replaced flailing somewhat controllably in my hydrofit/aquatic aerobics classes. A whole glorious weekend evaporated into sneezing, sniffling, and sucking down cough candies like there was no tomorrow. I missed a week and some of my aquatic aerobics classes and finally got back into the pool just in time for the temperatures to spike past 100 again.
Class kicked my ass. Usually I can power through the 10 second kick/swim a pool width routine our feisty instructor, Pam, does to Bon Jovi or another upbeat song. Clutch hold of the side of the pool, kick like a school of sharks are racing after you, then swim to the opposite side. Sounds easy, and I find this to be a great cardio workout. I was barely able to get up to half my tempo without being out of breath. Yuck. Then we did a "launch and jog" which involves launching yourself backwards from the side of the pool and jogging through your wake back to the wall. Tough stuff, especially with water and momentum working against you. I was dying the whole time, spluttering like a winded fish, but at least I tried it. Better than the gabby older women who just sat there at the side talking about Sorkin's newest TV project, "News Room."
At least I got back into the gym, even added strength training before the bike, but the easier of the two classes completely flattened me. At least I hope to see some changes as I get back into the rhythm of working out.