I’m supposed to be at a book talk and signing tonight with Cary Elwes but it was postponed. Because of this event I asked for the schedule to be rearranged. That means Tyler rearranges almost everyone. I’m a lot of trouble. And then? Postponed. Dang.
So, I gymmed last night. After more than a week off which included Thanksgiving, laziness, travel, and lots of good foods.
I arrived at the gym in a great mood because vacation and me are besties and I felt good. I told him I felt really good, gave him the update on the trip and what I did or did not do, which included two different nights of me actually stretching! and I said “But, you know, I feel fine right now. But after a week off I suspect that once you get me going I’m gonna feel like I’m dying.” This made him smile. Mean! He’s so mean. But not really.
So, here’s what we did:
Warm up with 5 minutes on the stairmill and then the usual shoulder warm up.
KB walking pass lunges, 18×10 18×10 18×10 18×10 18×10 18×10. This was basically me doing lunges while holding a medicine ball and then a kettle bell once it was free. I’d lunge then pass the bell through my legs to the next arm. Rinse repeat. Six times!
KB 2 hand swing, 18×10 18×10 18×10 18×10 18×10 18×10. Yup. Then I’d squat and swing the kettle bell up to about chest height then back down. I had to use my hips not my lower back. I think I did it right. The first two sets were still with the medicine ball and instead of doing the hand swing I had to hold the ball over my head and then squat with it. That was not an easy maneuver. I don’t squat properly. I still lean forward far too much.
FM lift front elevated pulse lunge, 20×15 20×15 20×15. When I squat he tells me that my foot needs to be straight. It is never straight. So I proposed that maybe my feet like to point out. Like a duck. And then pretended he was making me feel bad about my duck feet. I may have even fake cried. This got a laugh. I’m funny. But I did these and damn but they burned the legs, man.
Hamstring curls, 40×12 40×12 40×12. I continue to hate these. But while I did these he watched and said “Huh. Your toes do like to point out. Huh.” So I was right. I’m a duck. Quack.
Bosu ball squat (blue), 6 6 6. I have no idea what (blue) means since I’m pretty sure all of the bosu balls are blue. Heh! Blue balls. But I do know that I had to stand on it and then squat. This was awesome for balance and core work. And for making me sweat with fear. I got better on each set, though. Woo!
Bosu ball plank (blue / elbows), 30s 45s 50s. The s = seconds. This made me shake. And on the second one my arms started sliding off the ball due to the fear sweat. Which I explained to him was better than flop sweat. And then he got me paper towels to dry my arms and then I put them on the ball for the third set and giggled because it reminded me of a nice, elderly Southern lady in church with tissues in her bra. I’m odd with my associations. It’s fine.
All of this got me a Good job! and a high five so there’s that.
Today my legs are a bit sore as are my arms. But not like when I first started. And progress is progress! YAY!!
This week has involved scheduling more training hikes for the National Trail Trek and warning everyone that I am slow up the hills. And? I ordered trekking poles! And they are purple and glorious!
I love them. I think they were a really good purchase. I’ll get to test them out on Saturday. Training will begin in earnest then. EeEEEEeeeeEEEeeee!!!!!