It’s great when you see people you love doing something great for themselves. That’s all.
I went out and ran a mile after putting Violette down to bed. I did better than previous runs, in that my heart rate stayed in the 160s instead of up higher like it was the run before. I slowed my pace just a little bit, but I imagine I’ll get that back when I get my heart in better order.
Today’s Core was just Regeneration. That’s all kinds of stretches using rope to help extend past the normal unassisted range of motion, and then foam. The foam roll is this long tube of high density foam that you roll across. It gives a deep workout to your muscles, or rather a good stretching (smooshing?). Whatever the case, it kills the first few times you do it, but according to the book, your muscles will show you their quality when you can use the foam without pain.
Tonight was 20 minutes of cardio in zone one (112-130 beats per minute). I spent a lot of it dipping up into zone 2. It was really nice, though. It’s amazing that I can keep up a good heart rate for 20 minutes straight without feeling as bad as I used to. What’s equally nice about using your heart rate to train is that I’m not cheating myself by just going through motions for a set time, and two, I’m not killing myself because I’m going after a number and not a duration.
Tomorrow night, I see the personal trainer. We’ll see how that goes.
The great thing about this workout is that it kicks your ass, but you get through it. I’m LOVING it. Kat and I did a contest on planks. We both dropped at a minute, but only because I was bowing like a warped board and she laughed when she saw me. Luckily, because I couldn’t hold out, but I was feeling really competitive.
I’m Reading Lance Armstrong’s book, It’s Not About the Bike, and really loving it. Though he’s definitely cocky, I like understanding his mindset.
It’s weird how things come about, though. The same day I start this book, I see a flyer for doing a bike trek up in Maine. 175 miles over three days. Sounds kind of fun, but not this year. Maybe next.
Kicked RECTUM! We both really nailed this one. Now, I’ve gotta go see if I can still push out 20 push-ups. Ciao.
No, you’re not reading it wrong. I re-started for Kat, because her surgery took her out of the game for a while.
It was 12 minutes of cardio and then stretches. I really enjoyed measuring how much my cardio has improved in two weeks. I’m getting lower and lower heart rates for the same amount of effort, which is a good thing.
I’m not made for parties. At least not the latter parts. I’m glad the earlier part went so well. It was mostly just people going off their edge by the time I showed up. No negative towards them. It’s just not my deal. Nice brie. Nice other cheese. A couple of laughs, and it’s always great to see people. But yeah, I feel off at such moments.
Anyone know any great/inspirational athletics biographies that you’d suggest?
I had a rough day yesterday, motivation-wise. I did the workout, but it took a lot to stay in there. Kat came up with the way that got me through. She said, “Do you want to write on your website later that you did it all, but you felt tired, or do you want to write that you just didn’t feel like it?” Worked for me. Strange motivation, but I’ll take mine where I can get it.
Yesterday’s workout was strength, physioball, and some movement prep (which is stretching). There’s one exercise that kicks my butt. I can’t remember if I already cried about this on Tuesday, but it’s called split curl to press, and you hold a leg up on something high, and then curl two dumbbells. Then, go from a curl up into a shoulder press. Man, that one is still my personal bitch.