That’s me. At Jim’s Gym, I am now “Speedy” because of my intense fastness doing each exercise.
OK….not that’s not really the reason. Unfortunately, everyone knows who Jim is talking to when he says “Speedy.” I’m SURE that I’m getting faster. But as I mentioned in this previous post, slow and steady has its advantages for sure.
Last week there were 4 women in our session. You know that I am very motivated when we have to be “the timer” for each other but Jim has raised the bar again (no pun intended). This time, as we rotated through our circuit training, one person was in charge of holding a 5 lb. bar while we ran out the back door and around the entire shopping complex one time. When we got back, everyone could change exercises and the next person would be the runner.
As we ran past the morning crowd at Great Harvest Bread and the Hot Dog joint just opening for the day, this is what it looked like:
But here’s the triumph. When I got back after my second run (during which my fellow exerciser, Becky, yelled, “Run Kolette, Run!” as encouragement as I ran by the front door),
Jim said, “Are you done already, Speedy? That was fast!”
Ahhh….bliss. I was actually fast. One time. But once is all that matters. You go girl!
YEAH! Go Kolette!!
Hmmm. I am trying to figure out how the carmel brownie recipe got into this mix!
I love your “eat, drink and be scary” Please do all the holidays, i have a perfect frame and place for them in my kitchen!!!! Thanks.
Just for the record, that bar felt heavier because it was. It weighs 9lbs and Jim affectionately calls it our rifle. In better weather he use to make us run 1/2 mile with it through the neighborhood. We were quite a sight running with our rifle and waving to the neighbors!
Thanks for the clarification, Becky! Man, it DID feel heavier than 5 pounds. OK, running around the complex is much better than around the neighborhood!
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