Technically this was yesterday's exercise at this point, but since my forearms and wrists hurt so much last night... typing was a task far beyond my capability.
I got up yesterday morning before the crack of dawn and went out for a run. There was a light dusting of snow on the ground, but it was so great to be back outside running since I'm the worst treadmill runner on the planet (though my trainer Basil would say it is him). While my GPS was a little haywire and kept saying I was running at a ridiculous pace (I blame the cloud cover and the rain), it still felt like a really good and strong three mile run.
But then last night, I did my new Thursday routine. I almost had the night off thanks to an invite to go out from a friend, but I ended having to skip the outing for personal reasons too numerous to explain in a short blog post (my arms still hurt, people). Anyway, since i was home, figured I'd go get my gym on. Went to Basil at 8:30 and he beat me up. Apparently, he thought I got an easy workout from the cute blonde girl the other day and decided to train me hard as some sort of disturbing lesson. He loaded me up with heavier weights than I'm used to and had me do dead lifts with a little curl up, that just destroyed my forearms and wrists. Then he decided it was fun to have me stand on one leg and do every variation of a one-arm exercise that he could think of, with more reps than I'm used to. He seemed awfully pleased with himself, as I stumbled off to yoga.
At yoga, she again showed no mercy. When I was in full wheel and couldn't hold it, she came right over and told me "we don't go backwards in this class". I explained my wrists hurt from the trainer and she essentially told me to suck it up in a nice way. I'm not the super whiny type, but man, I understand why some people are.
On the plus side, I almost (ALMOST!) made it into a headstand. I've been working on it, and it involves a lot of core strength (which I am severely lacking). I got onto my head and raised my feet up slightly more than an inch off the ground. Headstands don't just let you kick up into them like a handstand (which I can also only sort of do), and just require you to pull your legs up really, really slowly. I didn't quite make it last night, but I can see the light. Now if I could just move my arms.
Showing posts with label gym. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gym. Show all posts
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
The Daily Battle: From Couch Potato to Gym Rat
The biggest challenge for my new lifestyle is that by day I'm a writer/editor for a TV website. As a TV critic, I have to watch upwards of 80 hours of television a week. Yes, 80. And that's probably underestimating by a little bit. I do get to watch a lot of it during the day at work, and thanks to the magic of DVR I can skip through the rehashed moments of The Bachelor and all of the previously ons that exist. But I do love my job, even though it means that my workouts have to happen at some really peculiar hours.
My yoga instructor always jokes on Thursday nights that she wants us to focus and remember why we are there instead of home watching Project Runway (her reality show of choice). I just think about how while I'm at a yoga class that runs from 9-10 PM, I have my DVR (at home and the office) working overtime to grab not only Runway, but multiple other shows. And when I get home, I've got to stay up to watch several shows that I only have room to tape at home, so that I can watch the others the next morning. Could I skip late night yoga and just sit and watch my shows and get to bed before midnight? I could, but I love the way my power yoga class makes me feel, so sacrificing an hour or two of sleep is a small price to pay.
Other days of the week, I watch TV at night, and get out for my morning runs (usually at least two times during the week), its usually about 5:30/6 AM. And yes, all you over protective moms out there, I do have a reflective strap that I wear.
I was always one of those people who said that I didn't have time to workout. I couldn't possibly do it, but I think for me it is all about desire. I really want to be in shape, get healthy and be able to do all of the adventures I want. In order to do those things, I've got to put in some hours doing the work... otherwise my progress will halt to a standstill. So I just keep motoring on, still watching a lot of TV and getting my workouts in at the same time. Do I actually have the time with my work and kid and commute? Probably not, but I've found a way to juggle my craziness.
My yoga instructor always jokes on Thursday nights that she wants us to focus and remember why we are there instead of home watching Project Runway (her reality show of choice). I just think about how while I'm at a yoga class that runs from 9-10 PM, I have my DVR (at home and the office) working overtime to grab not only Runway, but multiple other shows. And when I get home, I've got to stay up to watch several shows that I only have room to tape at home, so that I can watch the others the next morning. Could I skip late night yoga and just sit and watch my shows and get to bed before midnight? I could, but I love the way my power yoga class makes me feel, so sacrificing an hour or two of sleep is a small price to pay.
Other days of the week, I watch TV at night, and get out for my morning runs (usually at least two times during the week), its usually about 5:30/6 AM. And yes, all you over protective moms out there, I do have a reflective strap that I wear.
I was always one of those people who said that I didn't have time to workout. I couldn't possibly do it, but I think for me it is all about desire. I really want to be in shape, get healthy and be able to do all of the adventures I want. In order to do those things, I've got to put in some hours doing the work... otherwise my progress will halt to a standstill. So I just keep motoring on, still watching a lot of TV and getting my workouts in at the same time. Do I actually have the time with my work and kid and commute? Probably not, but I've found a way to juggle my craziness.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)