I also have not been into the SOS clinic here in Phnom Penh where I can get myself weighed on a medical grade scale. I'm pretty sure my $10 scale isn't even worth that. I am nervous about that gawd-awful number...especially now in football season where the pro football players have their weights put up on national TV and I outweigh some of them. I'll get to it...there is just that psychological hurdle I must cross.
The other one? I'll try to leap over it here. I had some professional photos taken of me in my studio. Some of them...I cried over. In my black cycling shorts on the saddle, the nose of the saddle gave me this chubby cherub private parts look that really just crushed me when I saw them. I could have killed the photographer for letting that slip. Now I see why many photos of people Spinning® are angled in such a way as to avoid this unfortunate appearance. Standing works. I'll post a few of my better ones, though I need to continue to stress that my body and age issues in doing this little training blog are (is?) the point of the whole thing.
So, on I struggle...trying to anticipate the hurdles and gear up to leap over them. My hurdles of late? Sickness, travel, low energy, taking my weight, looking at photos of me... as if that isn't enough to make me throw in the towel~
...on an up beat...I had my first swim coaching session. I'm 45 years old. When I was learning to swim in the early 70's, things were different. I only learned to breathe on my one side. I was taught to paddle like hell to get to the other side of the pool, with tasmanian devil speed. I guess it has all changed now that we have been studying efficiency. Today's first lesson? I learned to float. Yes, you heard me right. I learned to float...like in Kindergarten. I also swam on my side and tried not to drown. Have I mentioned my crazy fear of drowning? okay - that's not crazy...no one actually wants to drown, but I sort of needless panic, and I don't know why... Good coach, positive and encouraging and technically oriented, so I hope I can see some progress along the way...and soon.
One thing is for sure. When I stand and look at the hurdles ahead of me, I feel paralyzed. I eat more and put in more hours of sleep, though I don't feel the quality of my sleep is all that great. When I'm on the path toward better fitness - I eat less, I eat better, I sleep less, but I sleep better. I am also more cheerful and don't worry about what I have to wear. In my sluggish bouts, I can look at an overstuffed closet and find nothing to wear.
weird, eh? I'll keep posting my activities, but probably blog every week or so.
