All right so here we have it. Tuesday. I was feeling okay
yesterday and then for no reason whatsoever yesterday afternoon I got a case of
what I guess could be called anxiety really, and I felt anxious and nervous for
no good reason at all. I had impending doom and gloom all over the place and
for the life of me nothing was really wrong and I couldn’t understand why it
was happening. I guess that is the problem with anxiety. Sometimes it just hits
for no damned good reason at all. But it sucked. And I was not thrilled about
it. It made me all anxious and nervous for shit. Boo. But
I pushed thru that feeling and went to the gym anyway.
So while at the gym I ended up not getting in a warm up
before the start of class but it didn’t really matter because almost instantly
we were off and running. Literally. Class was cardio something but I pretty
much call it cardio HITT because it is always a burst of terrible exercises
that pretty much are designed to suck all the fun out of exercise. HA HA. The plan looked like this:
5 rounds
First round = 25 reps, Round 2 = 20 reps, Round 3 = 15 reps,
Round 4=10 reps Round 5 = 5 Reps (total of 75 reps of each of these exercises
after you are done!)
Exercises:
Sprints (yes that many sprints!)
Weighted burpies to overhead shoulder press
Walking Planks (while in a plank position go up and down on
your elbows, BRUTAL)
Jumping Squats
Medicine Ball Rolling Push Ups (Roll a medicine ball from
side to side while doing one arm on ground/one arm on the medicine ball push-ups,
these are extra tough with the medicine ball!)
Kettlebell Jump Squat to upright rows (do a squat with the
kettlebell and then pull it up to a row!)
These rounds were actually insane. Running sprints outside
in the sun was brutal. My heart rate was
entirely jacked the entire freaking time.
I was exhausted. I was dripping sweat all over the floor. And of course
I had to keep up with Amanda because I am simply not allowed not too. So push, push, push. After class Amanda wanted me to do some heavy
chest presses with her because she wanted a spot, etc. I needed to run too so I compromised and as
soon as class was over I settled on a 2 mile run. BUT I called this good because it turns out
during all those freaking sprints, I had my Garmin on and I ran over a
mile. Like 1.5 miles it says. So I was like, eh, 2 mile run on the
treadmill combined with the 1 mile of sprints and I’m going to call it the 3 I
was supposed to do. I really did run
those sprints so I’m not lying.
I knocked out the 2 mile run and met Amanda for HEAVY
dumbbell chest presses. We used 45 pound weights in each hand. So yes, 90 pounds total. Let me tell you that
is HEAVY, and a lot of weight. Just picking up the 45 pound dumbbell in one
hand had me a little terrified.
Dumbbells are harder to use than a barbell because you have to get more
of an angle with the dumbbells.
Nonetheless, she spotted me, thank God.
We did 4 sets of 15 of these.
I am not going to lie on the last
set my arms totally gave out and I dropped them things after like 8 or 9 of
them. I was done. I couldn’t lift anymore and that is when I
decided my overall efforts for the night were good enough.
Especially since I knew I was getting up this AM to run. Because I am crazy. Because while waking up is
awful, running 6.5 miles in the morning is blissful. After I’m done of course! Oh, I got some cute little new shorts in the
mail. I have sincerely avoided booty shorts my whole life because of thigh
jiggle. I am still not going to wear them out in public because moving in them
produces that thigh jiggle that is really bad on me. But maybe someday. Baby steps. I ordered them. I wore them last
night. I didn’t hate myself in them.
Actually I was impressed by how good things looked all things
considering. And then I flexed while
wearing them of course and this was the result.
Sometimes the muscles just look better and shit last night
they were popping so I went with it. All
good. So back again to this morning, I
had to wake myself up yet again for my 6.5 mile run. It was a little harder this week to wake up.
I didn’t want to. I slept an extra 15-20
minutes but whatever. I got up. I didn’t
have as much time to wake up before I ran but again, whatever. I got dressed. I found my earphones and run belt and I took
off.
The first mile sucked. As they always do. It was hard. Then it got better for a little
while. Then it got hard again. Pretty
much the way it goes. I really mostly just wanted it to be done. It was nice and lovely to run and all but at
some point I was just ready to be done. They aren’t all perfect blissful
runs. Not that I expect them to be. But
it wasn’t awful either. My pace was
fine, I ran a couple under 10 minutes and then I hit the rest right around 10
minute mile pace. We stopped at mile 3.5 around a park for a water break so
that added a few minutes. Around mile 4
the giant blister that is presently residing on the bottom of my foot really flared
up. For the last 2.5 miles with every step I kept thinking about that stupid
blister. Oops. That happens. I came home and put Neosporin on
it and a band aid and am really hoping by Saturday it is long gone. Cause you
know I’m running another half on Saturday.
So yes, I managed my run this morning. Exactly what I was
supposed to do. 6.5 miles on the dot. It does feel like running faster is
easier. I am still giving it my maximum effort to the point where I don’t want
to do more really but that effort seems to be slightly faster. So I guess that’s
improvement. I feel better now for
having done the run. As I always do. As
you should. Now this frees up my evening
for weight training. 30 minute ab/core class, not my favorite class of them all
but I do it anyway. And then I will work out a strength training plan of some
sort as this is my night where I can lift things. I got this.
Have I mentioned how relieved I actually feel not having any
more personal training sessions because honestly it’s been hard trying to fit
them all. This way I can work out my own
plans and get the stuff done I need.
Tonight will be strength workout. Tomorrow is a 3 mile run and then 45
minute strength training class. Thursday
is a 30 minute boot camp class that is going to be brutal I’m sure and then I
will/should probably do something else, at least another half hour. That is the
plan for this week. So all is good. Just
keep plugging along.
I still feel really good about myself and my body and how
things are shaping up. I feel like I am
getting leaner and more tight in areas. Yes, I still and will forever have a
lot of loose areas and skin etc, but things are really just going well. I feel overall happy and positive. I will take it. Now it’s time to get back to work and for the
love of God not eat everything and anything. I did pack myself an extra snack
on the plan today because clearly I knew I was going to be extra hungry. Not only did I wake up early, but I already
burned 654 calories today.
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