Yesterday was a cross-training day, which means I was at the gym with my personal trainer, JT. We always have a good time chatting during our training sessions. Instead of making me slack off, it usually means we've lost count of my reps and he throws on extras just to be on the safe side.
There's the usual suspects at my gym, same as any other. The meat heads that are grunting with every rep...or just grunting at passersby, the young skinny guys running in packs that decide to lift a couple weights while talking about how drunk they got last weekend, tiny waisted women with fake boobs whose dimensions are so skewed they look like walking Picassos, and then there's people like me. The thirty-something pudgy, post-pregnant women that have high hopes that their expensive trainer will whip them into shape and shame them from indulging in the leftover cookie dough in the fridge.
JT put me through the paces: Low Rows, Single Rows, Deadlifts. Followed by the dreaded BOSU ball: Lateral Hops, Balancing Bicep Curls, Rotating Mountain Climbers. Finally Supine Leg Raises. I admit have to copy this from my journal. I hope I can remember all this when I'm set free to do this on my own. I better start looking for a training buddy.
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
Aaahhh...rest days.
I love rest days. I have a wonderful kind of soreness from the 10-mile run yesterday. The kind that doesn't inhibit your getting around, but lets you know that you did something challenging.
My son, J, and I spent the morning together getting ready for his playmates to come over in the afternoon. During his nap I vacuumed and scrubbed the kitchen floor, which made me feel very productive.
Finally his friends came over with moms in tow. We had a great time playing in the front room, after J got over the fact that there were other toddlers playing with his toys. He had to climb up into a chair and assess the situation before he warmed up. Only one injury to report: a case of bumber babies, in which C and J decided to head butt each other. Neither one was happy with the outcome.
Time flew by and it was time to put J to bed. I twisted and pushed my way off the floor, and froze...Ugh! my back. I lied back down. Breathe. Stretch. Ok, let's try this again. This time I made it up, but didn't straighten all the way without feeling a twinge in my lower back. J had no sympathy. He was ready to be lifted into a giant hug and carried off to bed. How could I let him down? After gingerly depositing him in bed, he assumed his sleep position. Flip over, grab Ms. Bunny, butt high in the air, and off to dreamland.
I, however, am on my back, knees up, on the floor, and forced to watch my husband play video games. Not exactly the rest I wanted.
My son, J, and I spent the morning together getting ready for his playmates to come over in the afternoon. During his nap I vacuumed and scrubbed the kitchen floor, which made me feel very productive.
Finally his friends came over with moms in tow. We had a great time playing in the front room, after J got over the fact that there were other toddlers playing with his toys. He had to climb up into a chair and assess the situation before he warmed up. Only one injury to report: a case of bumber babies, in which C and J decided to head butt each other. Neither one was happy with the outcome.
Time flew by and it was time to put J to bed. I twisted and pushed my way off the floor, and froze...Ugh! my back. I lied back down. Breathe. Stretch. Ok, let's try this again. This time I made it up, but didn't straighten all the way without feeling a twinge in my lower back. J had no sympathy. He was ready to be lifted into a giant hug and carried off to bed. How could I let him down? After gingerly depositing him in bed, he assumed his sleep position. Flip over, grab Ms. Bunny, butt high in the air, and off to dreamland.
I, however, am on my back, knees up, on the floor, and forced to watch my husband play video games. Not exactly the rest I wanted.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
3 weeks left
I do not like running. Even though I'm a heavy person, I'm relatively active. I hike, play racquetball, weight train, rockclimb, do triathlons, swim. Running is something that I've always disliked. I weigh 240 lbs. That is a lot to move around.
Every so often I start running. I keep with it a short amount of time and then it fizzles out and I do other things, or just go into couch potato mode. I've even done a marathon, but I did the run-walk program, so I still didn't consider myself a runner.
I also just completed a half marathon. However, I barely trained and again, did a run-walk type strategy. I finished. I wasn't sore, but I still don't feel like I've "run" a race.
I have a 16-month old now, and though it feels like I have no time to exercise, I also feel motivated to get moving. I had high blood pressure during the pregnancy and I have no desire to experience that again if I can help it. Not to mention if I get this weight off, I think I'll be able to chase after my little commando much easier.
So, here I am training again for the Seattle Half Marathon at the end of November. Luckily, I have a running partner. Even if we're not running together most days, it's great to have her support. I have to say, the running seems to be getting easier.
I have set my goal to finish under 2 hr 50 min. I'm in the last 3 weeks of training, and I have to make them count if I'm going to make that goal! I'm going to be a runner yet!
Every so often I start running. I keep with it a short amount of time and then it fizzles out and I do other things, or just go into couch potato mode. I've even done a marathon, but I did the run-walk program, so I still didn't consider myself a runner.
I also just completed a half marathon. However, I barely trained and again, did a run-walk type strategy. I finished. I wasn't sore, but I still don't feel like I've "run" a race.
I have a 16-month old now, and though it feels like I have no time to exercise, I also feel motivated to get moving. I had high blood pressure during the pregnancy and I have no desire to experience that again if I can help it. Not to mention if I get this weight off, I think I'll be able to chase after my little commando much easier.
So, here I am training again for the Seattle Half Marathon at the end of November. Luckily, I have a running partner. Even if we're not running together most days, it's great to have her support. I have to say, the running seems to be getting easier.
I have set my goal to finish under 2 hr 50 min. I'm in the last 3 weeks of training, and I have to make them count if I'm going to make that goal! I'm going to be a runner yet!
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