Patience; the new endurance sport.

I have been truly enjoying the full body work out after my run. My long neglected back side is feeling stronger (back, glutes, and hamstrings) and by and by my piriformis is a little less irritated during the day while sitting down or driving in the car (and then suddenly standing up).  But time in the gym means being surrounded by people.  This is what I've noticed over and over.  The thinnest, most fit people do not work out as hard or long as us fatties. This goes for both men and women. The good looking ones do light reps of whatever they are doing, and spend most of their time standing around talking, subtly observing the better looking specimens of the opposite sex.  It leads me to believe that having a beautiful body is more luck than work.  As long as you are  10-15 % body fat by nature, your toned muscles show up with minimum work.  It always makes me sad, how it's never about the working out.  For the ones who are not "naturally" thin, it's all about the amount of food and what kinds of food you consume. Usually, far less of it than you actually feel you need.  It's surprising and depressing how little of it you actually need to get by.  

Ran on my TM again today.  I love it so much.  Arrested development is still genius and getting me through the miles at a 9:30 pace with ease.  I really think the elliptical and strength training is bringing me back.  Also-- I've learned to drink grape juice mixed with water throughout the day. It's my new weapon against my dangerously low the blood sugar. I'm replacing some of my complex carb calories for juice.  It's crazy, it goes against everything that I've practiced nutritionally, but I have to say, it's working for me right now. 

If I thought all those good looking posers checking each other out on other days of the week was obnoxious, it was nothing compared to today (Friday). The array of falling-off the shoulder, high rise midriff, decorative and strategically placed holes was stunning. It's a good technique though, I have to admit. Making yourself available for the weekend with a fellow poser by showing up to the gym on Friday and hanging around in your bestest work out gear. I wonder if they know just how grandly entertaining they are to the bloated, saggy, old people watching the magic happen from their places on the treadmills and ellipticals. Way better than the TV with captions for the hearing impaired.