Workout 101 (Update)
Going through my old blogs, I realized that I haven't written about my workout antics lately. So... And this is especially for you Mr. Michael =)!
As most of you know, I just got back from participating in large doses of tomfoolery in Houston. The plan was to continue my workout plan whilst (thats a word thats a word) I was in the TX, howeverrrrr, things did not quite go according to plan. But no worries, my Sands was waiting for me the day after i got back with his handy dandy whistle and stop watch around his neck excited about making up for lost time. I wish I could say that i shared in his enthusiam, but i would be lying. Luckily, he knows me extremely well and gaged that today just was not the day, so we did a mini work out which consisted of 10 mintutes on the ski machine and 20 mintutes on the treadmill, followed by a series of crunches and we're off. Not so bad. My body was back to releasing those good endorphines and we were back in business. I left the gym feeling great. Now usually i go to the gym every other day, however, due to my...ah...inefficiency in Houston, I had to pay for that by going to the gym double time when I got back home. So the next day, I was back in the gym. Now as a sidebar, I like the gym on the weekends. There is no wait for any of the machines. The music is typically better. There on average about 5 people in there at a time and the whole experience is just more pleasant. Until I am there to make up for lost time. So we are in the gym, working it out, my life is falling to shambles as I am squatting to the ground wondering why i let this man talk me into placing this HEAVY ASS bar across my neck, but you know, i'm G, so I fought through it. I'm sweating, working it out, proud of myself for adding more weights to the machines and just generally getting stronger ( I SEE YOU B!) and once again, I leave the gym feeling great. Until the next morning. My legs were the epitome of all things sore and I'm expected to WALK on them? No Tanto Mucho!!! But Thankfully, my Sands, who knows me oh so well, was impressed my workout and let me have the next day off. (Perhaps that is why I was in such a euphoric state that day...please refer to the Hummingbirds blog...) Anyway. Monday...is where my life fell apart. Sands showed up with that evil grin on his face and I knew that the Ambulance would be waiting for me outside. After lifting every weight in the gym, i was told to spend 50 minutes on the treadmill. Um...what? Instead of complaining because some of my excersises for the day eliminated, I decided to cuss him out in my head this time, instead of to his face and just suck it up and get on the mill. So i get on my little machine, fire it up and focus my attention on the tv in front of me. YES!!! Friends is on!! I know for at least half of my torture session, I will be entertained! So I'm going, i'm in the zone, I'm chuckling at the show on the inside, because actual laughter is asking me to expend too much energy, and then BAM! the dag nab machine decides its done for the day and shuts off...what the hell?! DIZAMN! I do a quick survey and see another machine just opened up. I stroll to the other side, bitter that i was so abruptly taken out of my zone and fire up the new machine. Luckily, the tv above my head was also showing Friends, so I was back in the game. For some reason, I got so wrapped up in the show and then Seinfeld (which was actually pretty funny this time, or maybe it was my desperation for anything but this treadmill to think about, i don't know) but before i knew it, I was on the mill for an hour. Whoa. No tanto Mucho! When i stepped off, I felt as though I was floating and life once again was beautiful. Until I stepped outside into Antartica (AKA the Bay Area when the sun goes down) and got a cold with fever from standing outside waiting for the bus, soaking wet from having just worked out and its 40 degrees outside. ANd the soreness that i experienced the day before was inhanced by my stint on the mill...once again...No tanto mucho... So ladies and gentleman, the moral of the story is...workout when you are supposed to and always bring a jacket when you live in the bay!
Half a dress size and counting!!!
Peace Y'all
B
