Training begins . . .

So, in true Bootchez fashion, I started off my marathon training by . . . missing my first day's run.  Lovely! I submit the fact that it is freaking cold here in Tahoe, but I guess I'm going to have to counter that reality pretty damn quickly, or the only "marathon" I'll be participating in is by watching Top Chef Marathon on Bravo.  That will not do!

This lack of interest is not unexpected, though.  I am always a slow starter, especially after taking a couple of weeks off.  It is sooooo easy to slip back into that, "What?! Me exercise?" frame of mind.  I'd hate to think of 40 years of lazy-dom all gone to waste.  I've just gotta get out and run a few runs, then my feeble brain'll kick in and be all "Remember? You loove this stuff!" And I'll be well on my way.

With that in mind, yesterday I checked out my town's new Recreation Center, which is so new it barely has a website.  What it DOES have, however, is an indoor running track, 12.something laps to the mile, 7 days a week, $3 a pop or $20 per month (along with Nautilus-type machines -- I am sooooo regretting my hugely expensive, 18-month-commitment gym membership right now!).  Way back when, I began my little running career on just such a track, just this time of year.   I don't remember being particularly frustrated with running around in little circles (over and over and over again), though at the time I think I was primarily frustrated with making my body run for 90 seconds WITHOUT STOPPING(!!), so who knows how I'll feel about trying to crank out 5 or more miles.  Right now, the cold is too much for me to face (I know my tune will change quite soon, I *really* don't mind it once the first mile or so is under my belt), so I will be hitting this track later this morning for my first go-round.  Yes, I will.

Instead of running yesterday, I bit the bullet and signed up for some serious Bikram Yoga.  Thankfully, I have quite a bit of experience with this discipline, having spent about a year or two (years ago) going to class 3-4 times a week.  If yesterday had been my first time, I might have been a little dissuaded from returning because the guy in front of me had the worst case of farts I have been witness to in such a venue.  No exaggeration, in a 20 minute span of time the guy must have farted more than 5 times -- big, loud, ass-fluttering windy things that precipitated a HUGE giggling fit on my part.  Seriously, farts are funny just about all the time, and if it's inappropriate for a 42-year-old woman to laugh out loud when the 3rd boom comes flying out, well then so be it (at least I've got the right kinda job!).  By the time the 5th or 6th (who's counting?) slipped the questionable hold of his cheeks, I could barely hold the Tree Pose due to my increasingly audible giggles.  If you know anything about Bikram, you know the next pose is "the corpse" pose (more fits of laughter from me), followed by -- I shit you not -- the "wind removing" pose.  I'm all, "Well, that ship has sailed . . . " and it was pretty much over for me at that point.

I am very mature.