So despite the unexpected bombshell to my wallet earlier, this morning was actually very productive, as I watched over the workers scheduled to relocate a bronze sculpture to storage so that it's not in harm's way when some construction begins. Productive, but cold - it's very chilly out right now and I was freezing despite layering on two sweatshirts. The process is called rigging, which is one of those words that makes me happy to say, over and over again. Rigging! When the Smithsonian's American Indian museum had to move totem poles down from New York to DC, they had to rig them through the elevator shaft. I wish I could have seen it.
Last night I did make a return to the now-slightly-scary gym, and found it much less frightening. I followed Boop's advice and tried the elliptical, which I could only use for about ten minutes before it kicked my ass thoroughly. It got my heartrate up into the target area pronto, that's for sure, but it wiped me out. I switched over to the bike and got another twenty minutes that way.
On my way out, I stuck my head into the trainer's room and posed them the question about why I might have gotten so dizzy. They recommended swimming after warming up on a bike or treadmill, and noted that since swimming is very much a whole body thing, you really need to build slowly. So as ridiculous as it seems, I will probably be going to the gym, working out, and then swimming one or two laps only, before retreating into the locker room and the sauna. I will know when I am getting better when I am able to increase my laps without heaving my dinner into the deep end, right under the lifeguard chair.
I will have A Streetcar Named Desire waiting for me in the mailbox when I get home. That makes me happy. I've never seen it before.
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