Weekend Fitness Recap

[threadwalker]

Saturday:
Whoa, Nellie! I have been out of routine for a while. Thursday was a kick in the pants. I missed my work out on Friday since I fell asleep before daddy got home from work; all three of us piled in my bed watching cartoons waiting for daddy and the official start of "kid game night". Unfortunately, I was asleep by 8:30 pm... wimpy? maybe. I had a tough week: I did drop-off and pick up on Wed, Thurs, and Fri (what this means is that I was on an excruciatingly tight schedule, skipped lunch or only had 30 min lunch and no time to breath between getting kids up, commuting, working, commuting, picking up kids, feeding kids, etc.). Anway, I toodle off to gym Saturday morning with lingering leg pain from Thursday:

Saturday
Just enough cardio to sweat and get the heart rate up:
treadmill: 11 min at a 10 min mile pace.

Followed by legs, arms, and abs programs.

Oh yes, it's been a while... I thought I was going to puke as I was doing abs. While laying there contemplating the abs (my zone where my body likes to store fat is doing a good job of that), I met Nancy who was also doing some obliques. She was doing them differently, we made eye contact, so I asked. Therefore, what follows is ultimately all my own fault.

Nancy is definitely a member of the "hot moms" club. I'm going to guess she's in her early 40's and she looks freaking great; I want her legs, abs, arms, etc. She started singing the praises of the spinning class. Unknown to me, Nancy's now been identified as a minion of the cardio-torture brigade who's job is to lure unsuspecting fitness geeks to more intense levels of pain and frustration. Yes, I like Nancy, but now I'm wary of her alluring fitness traps.... which leads me to Sunday's torture session

Sunday:
OMFGIDAWT"C"H (oh my fucking god I died and went to "cardio" hell)

8 am spinning class. An hour long.

What evil genius thought this mad-torture up?
The dark room. The loud, pumping music. The lead torturer with the mesmerizing voice and compelling voice commands. The large fan with the cleverly timed wash of cool air... blowing over you just as you think you're dying. The other captives beside, infront and behind you, pedaling and luring you to keep up. It's all very hypnotic.

And how do the other captives pedal so fast? that must be experience. Or they are plants who are there to show me what I should be able to do and could do if I kept it up. I sense more minions of the cardio torture brigade.

I can say that I pedaled the entire time. The words "add some" and "push" prodded me into digging deeper. I don't pedal nearly as fast as the others - which was just amazingly wild to watch. I noticed towards the end that as I was mentally sending signals to my legs to dig deeper, I don't think they actually paid any attention since I couldn't detect any increased speed. Anyway, even though I could not keep up with the sprints or even figure out how to make my legs sprint, I kept pedaling the entire time, put my all into it and did the "stand, lean, sit, jumps" stuff. I even walked out with having to lean on anyone. However, I was definitely in some altered mental state because I immediately headed over to the cardio-kick boxing class. 5 minutes into leaping, punching and kicking I decided there was no more cardio left in me.

I did my glutes, chest, shoulders programs. I had to rest between sets, which is probably fatigue from the spinning class and from increasing the weights on my shoudler work out.

I think the Sunday 8 am spinning class is a keeper and I'm going to be trying to do that on the weekends when we are not out of town. Ugh...I've been recruited by the fitness torture brigade.



I hate clothes shopping.

I need jeans and bras. All my jeans are falling down. The problem is one of the new "in" things is for jeans to be cinched in at the knee. I can't get my calves through unless I relax my leg and shimmy the pant up over them. blah. I managed to find 2 pairs of jeans that don't make me do funny muscle relaxation technigues and don't have low waists. Took me 12 tries.

Then I headed to the Feminine Wiles Department. It's been a long time since I peaked in there and it was confusing. There were so many choices, I was intimidated by it all. Plus, I don't know what size I am. I almost decided to throw all my "girly" bras away and just stick with sport-bras for now on. However, I decided I was braver than that and I dove in. Plus, JC Penny was having a "door buster" sale and everything was 70% off until 1pm; I'm a sucker for a good sale. So I had 45 minutes to score some useful wiley womanly apparel. What a frustrating experience. I'll be glad if I don't have to ever do that again.

Comments

[catagon3.livejournal.com]

I hear you on the weird leg cuts in pants. My thighs and calves are large and don't squish. I have a pair of pants I had to stop wearing because the calves were just tight enough that it felt like I was flexing all day. Nice cramps.

Remember when you went to Japan early in your preganacy with Nicholas and discovered you needed to buy new dressy bras at the last minute?