From a Frosty Garage Gym to Two Beautiful Fitness Facilities

I think I've gone to heaven. Now, not only do I have the fitness facility at work to use, but I also have access to the gorgeous, spanking  new rec center at the university only a couple of blocks from my house. The angels are singing, and to top it all off, the Pearly Gates have opened to reveal a pool where I can swim to get in shape for my first sprint tri scheduled for April. I.Am.Stoked.

Hubby and I went over this morning to get our ID's and to swim, but we were too late for the morning lap swim. We settled for touring the building, taking in all the beautiful machines, weights, and running/walking track. We then hopped on some spinners and put in 15 minutes of cycling. From there we went to the ellipticals where we added 20 more minutes of cardio work. I've not done elliptical training before, so my legs were feeling it and the sweat was dripping. Though I was disappointed not to get a swim in, I was happy with the cardio work for the morning. Tomorrow, I shall swim.

Having access to these two new facilities got me thinking about my goals for the upcoming season. I truly believe there is no reason whatsoever--now--that I should not see some improvement in my running, cycling and swimming. Everything I need to help me reach my goals is at my fingertips. The question is: will my own mind keep me from achieving what I've planned?

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Natalia said…
It's going to be a beautiful year! Just put one foot in front of the other, and keep moving forward, and smash last year's records!
January 11, 2011 at 10:37 PM
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