Rec Center

Ok. So I am not a gym person. I don't like treadmills or elliptical machines, or working out amid inappropriately dressed individuals. Yes, I realize this is a bit of a stereotype, but I've been in enough gym settings to know that there is a good reason for this stereotype. Buuuuuuuut, I joined the local rec center here in Denver today. In fact our whole family joined, which means the hubs and I can have access to work out in the really cold months ahead, and childcare is free in a really nice, well-curated kid area, and we may even consider working out together as a date. Yes, we are "those" people. 

So after 30 minutes of paper work, we dropped the boys off in the childcare area and headed for the cardio room. It was close to dinner time, so we knew we just had about 30 minutes to work out. We both hit the treadmills. I had this preconceived notion that I would run about 3 miles in my 30 minutes, and I was not going to think about how far my rock star hubby would run in that same amount of time. Why 3 miles? Well, as you may know a 10 min/mile pace will yield 3 miles in exactly 30 minutes. And my "out of shape" pace is a 10 min/mile. Except when it's not and really my current pace is about an ELEVEN MINUTE MILE. Arg.

I have a lot more work to do than I anticipated before being back in shape. I am also carrying around about 10 pounds of baby weight. So. Deflating. 

I ran 2.6 miles total in my 30 minutes, and since a treadmill offers the luxury of being very specific with pace, I played around a bit going as slow as 12:34/mile and as fast ("fast", haha) as 9:14/mile. Sadly it was a hard workout for me. 

This is it, man, I am getting back into running shape. Altitude (and baby weight) and all!