So I mentioned in my rant yesterday that Nick and I have joined a new gym. This is a change for our family as I have just always had a gym membership and Nick didn't really workout at all. He's one of those naturally thin people. (grrr.) I keep waiting for that to catch up with him, but so far no luck. :)
A few years ago Nick and I trained together for a 15K up in NY. It was a lot of fun. (Well, actually the running part was not that much fun, but training for it and finishing it together WAS fun.) But quite literally, that was the last time he's run (or worked out in ANY way) in the past two and a half years.
Me on the other hand... I bust my butt. While I did get a little off track with while pregnant (and gained about 2 metric tons of weight) and after the boys came home, I have had a pretty regular gym routine for several years now. I haven't really attempted much running lately but I do regular cardio (usually elliptical or stair stepper, but occasionally jog.)
Okay, now you have the back story...
So on Sunday Nick and I drop the kids off at childcare and head to the gym to workout for the first time together in a really long time. We pick side by side treadmills and I choose a hill program and start walking hard. I glance over at Nick and he appears to be in an easy jog-- at six miles an hour. (Which is a ten minute mile, which is pretty much the fastest I could ever run, even after running for a few years... apparently I am not built for speed.) So this irritates me a little so I decide to show him that I can hang with him and "jog" for a few minutes too. I up my speed to about 5.0 and start "jogging" (which for my stubby little legs actually feels more like a sprint) and feel a bit satisfied with myself. (Well for maybe 2-3 minutes at which point I felt I couldn't keep up with it and had to lower my speed.)
I glance over at Nick and notice he's starting to sweat. I feel happy on the inside about that, until I look at his treadmill and see he's running at 7.6 miles per hour. (which is just over a seven and a half minute mile). Now I am hacked.
So I do the mature thing and start whining about it, "Nick, I can't believe you can run that fast after literally not running for over 2 years." He admits it's pushing him a little and after a half mile, lowers it to an "easy" 6.8 miles per hour (still less than a nine minute mile) to finish up his run.
Seriously. What the heck? Soooo irritating.
Oh well. I think I might have kicked his butt with weights. :)
