Of Icicles and Ellipticals.
It’s cold. Freakshow cold, to the point where it hurts to stand outside for more than a few minutes. Chris actually built a shelter for The Cat That’s Not Ours (aka “Fluffy”) because it is cold as a witch’s’ nipple outside. (Can’t say “cold as a witch’s tit” because that phrase is creepy, but I almost said it by accident in front of the Birdzone and had to switch gears swiftly, leading to “witch’s nipples.” Birdy looked at me quizzically but then was distracted by the coughing fit I immediately and intentionally fell into.)
Right-O. Anyway, it’s cold, and I haven’t been outside to run in over a week.
Actually, I ran outside once last week. Wearing the heaviest running pants I own and one of those sweatshirts that’s made of magical fabric that keeps the wind from cutting through it, and a hat and gloves, I was still freezing. It was not the most pleasant experience, mostly because I had to keep watch for patches of ice on certain areas of the road and did I mention it was freezing?
Over the last few months, running outside has been the exercise I enjoy doing the most. Previously, I liked working out at the gym because I liked the comforts of temperature control, places to stash my diabetes supplies, and the ability to go pee whenever I’d like. (Sorry if that’s TMI, but as soon as I’m unable to access the bathroom, I immediately have to use the bathroom. It’s like a mental gallon of water.) But after a few months of exercising outside, I preferred the running trail to the treadmill. It wasn’t boring, it felt really good to be outside in the sunshine (even if it was chilly, or blazing hot), and it was good motivation to follow-through because once I was two miles out into a run, I had no choice but to turn around and run (or walk) back.
I prefer being outside, on all levels.
But the cold. The crazy cold that’s settled in for the last few weeks has made exercising outside a real challenge. Which means I’m making attempts to exercise at home without becoming bored. A few issues with that:
- The ellipmachine in our basement is convenient, but it’s kind of boring. So I’m trying to use my ellipmachine time to catch up on TV shows I’ve missed, or wouldn’t otherwise have watched. In the last few months, I’ve watched all available episodes of Veep, The Carrie Diaries, The Colbert Report, and New Girl (It’s Jess!). However, watching a TV show while exercising gives me the built-in timer of “once the show is over, so is the workout.” This is not always the best plan, because some days I need more release.
- I am also afraid for Loopy’s life because as the foot pedals of the elliptical machine cycle around, she tries to bat at them with her paw. It’s a secondary workout in itself, keeping her out of the room.
- Chris recently cleaned out our garage, with intention to stick my car in it during snowstorms, but so far, we haven’t followed through on that and instead I found a jump rope in there and have been trying to use it. There are some benefits to being slightly shorter, and being able to effectively jump rope indoors with low ceilings is one of them. (Related: How did I do those Jump Rope for Heart fundraisers in middle school, jumping rope all frigging day long? Now I feel accomplished and exhausted after ten minutes. Getting older is weird.)
- Same Loopy issue applies here, though, only for different reasons. She doesn’t try to grab the rope while I’m using it, but she stands in the corner of the garage and watches me, making herself dizzy. She worries me.
- And weight training is an at-home option, but one I take (literally) lightly. Since being diagnosed with diabetic eye disease, I have avoided any kind of strenuous lifting because I don’t want to fritz out any delicate connections in my eyeballs. So my weight routines involve body weight and free weights ranging from 5 – 10 lbs. These exercises are less boring than the ellipmachine, and are easy to switch up.
- But the exercise I get most often (and most aggressively) is Kid Play. My child is not the biggest fan of sitting still, so running around the house and random dance parties are nice little doses of sweatabetes.
Even though it’s as cold as the potentially pointy parts of a witch, I’m still making the efforts to get some exercise. (Sometimes chasing a mouse becomes exercise. True story.) Any tips for at-home exercise ideas would be awesome.