I had a rather long and decadent workout today: 20 minutes of running followed by an hour of Yogilates. (Yogilates would appear, at first glance, to be a combination of yoga and Pilates, but most of it was yoga stuff I recognized, balance and strength poses. I’m renaming Yogilates "Strong yoga" and Yogaflex "Long yoga". In my MIND.) By the end, I was completely relaxed and stretched. (And starving! Gym over lunchtime!) The running part was great– I’ve missed running so much. Unfortunately, my foot is not better yet. I hate to put off running again but it’s looking like it might be a while.
On my way out of the gym, one of the attendants called out to me. "Survival of the Fittest contest! You should sign up! I know you’re pretty fit!" I gave her major side-eye and laughed, "I don’t know about that." Their criteria for "fitness" include BMI and body-fat percentage. It doesn’t matter if I run marathons and can bench press 200 pounds (which of course I can’t (yet), just sayin’) I’m disqualified because they don’t believe fat can be fit. So… fuck em.