Friday, March 5, 2010

Flashback Friday: Getting a Jump on Laundry

My running clothes were in a bad way. The Enthusiast would scrunch up her nose at me and say, "Ew, you stink!" And this was before I went for a run.

So I have a tendency to rewear my running gear. But clearly, time had come to throw some quarters into the washer and clean my shorts ... and shirts and tights and socks and running underwear and, yes, I have special running underwear and wind pants and gloves.

Meanwhile, I had the urge to do something exercise-ish. So I decided to jump rope in the basement/washroom until it was time to put the clothes in the dryer.

After you push in the coin slot carriage to turn on the washer, the display reads "21." I thought this meant I would be jumping for 21 minutes. I had my stopwatch, but decided to use the washer as my timer. I can do 21 minutes of jumping rope.

About five minutes in when I had my first hiccup in jumping rhythm and snapped the vinyl jump rope against my calf, I looked at the washer to see how far the timer had ticked down. "21," it read.

Fuck.

Perhaps what the washer really meant was that I need to get started on Steve Stenzel's Twenty One workout. I looked at my watch and tried to calculate what time I started jumping. It was a little after 6 p.m.

Meanwhile, I could hear Dobson barking up a storm. I ran upstairs to see what was his malfunction. I settled him down, gave him a treat and ran back down to the washing machine. Now, the washer read "16."

OK, so maybe it does count down, but at odd intervals. I started jumping again. The washer read "14," then "13," then "10," then "9," then "9," still "9," it's stuck on "9" and my watch says 6:17. I decided I'd go until 6:25 if the washer didn't stop sooner. Of course, the washer didn't stop sooner.

I'm pretty sure I jumped for about 21 minutes. I have no idea how long that washer went. I had to go back upstairs to get ready for Dobson's obedience class. The washer stopped sometime before I got back down there to switch the laundry before we left for training.

Stupid washer. The good news is my running clothes are clean, and my jump-roping has gotten way better. I can do the two-foot jump, the running man jump and the one-foot jump. I'm awesome.

Back Talk
Wherein my readership two-ups me and undercuts my success.

Miss Zippy allows me some leeway with my Elevens workout, but goes right ahead and raises the bar: "We'll cut you some slack for the dog. I have made the 11s workout a part of the routine. Have done it for 2 weeks now and I definitely need to move the bar up--Josh and I discussed 13s, which is my goal next week. Can't really imagine ever making it to 21, can you?"

Answer: Crap! I'm falling behind in my own workout!

Meanwhile, Barefoot Josh has gotten even faster at kicking my ass at my own game: "I'm now at 4:08, with real sit-ups. I'm a machine."

Answer: Both you and Zippy are responsible for my new tag, jerks.

Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates. Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!

8 comments:

Psyche said...

I stopped reading when you said, "Dobson". Awwwwww....How's he been?

Jess said...

Glad you don't stink anymore! lol

David said...

You didn't ask for a recommendation, but you need one because running stink is tenacious. I use Penguin Sports Wash and recommend for it's ability to cut through and kill persistent running stink. I think my recent 25th wedding anniversary is a kind of testimonial.

Julie said...

Cheers for fresh smelling running clothes! And...thank God it is Friday!!

Adam Culp (Crazy Floridian) said...

I am sure all those within wind of you are thankful.

Ms. V. said...

You're still a badass Viper, and one of my oldest blog reads.

It's spring.

Soon.

And yes, please wash your clothes after ONE wearing. We thank you.

southofthecliff said...

1. I'm surprised you have special running underwear. I thought regular cotton would suffice.

2. Clean your clothes with Charlie's Soap! charliesoap.com

3. Glad you're enjoying your new mad rope jumping skilz.

4. It's true, I am a machine. A jerk machine.

barefootjosh.com

drdave said...

Try jumping rope without a shirt on. Do cross overs and when you miss you too can have slave-like slashings across your back and thighs. Only takes once to learn to keep the shirt on.