What a horrible, crappy day.
The doctor 'handling' my knee situation is a prick.
I had a 4:40 appt. I didn't even get called back 'til 6:40. I said "the natives are getting restless" to one of his minions. He said it was because the doctor spent "so much time" with each of his patients.
Bull.
I wait longer... and longer.
Finally, he comes in. Doesn't even say 'hi.' Pokes my knees, makes me scream and tells me he wants me to get an MRI- yet he mentions when it's tendons it probably won't show up on an MRI. The entire interaction took three minutes. OHHHHH the QUALITY TIME!!!!
I should have just walked out. I was literally getting up to walk out when they called my name. He's already told me there's nothing to be done for my problem besides what I'm already doing. Not like he's going to see my MRI, go "gee, that's BAD" and sign me up for an operation where I'm given baboon tendons or something.
So I was late for Pump class. Nothing like coming in late to class that requires a lot of equipment set up to draw lots and lots of attention to yourself. Fantastic.
It's bed time.
I'm on a roll so far -- what new and wonderful ways can TOMORROW suck?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
because I COULD
The hole in the bottom of my left foot is finally healed enough to where I can walk on it without a pronounced limp.
Get a giant, disgusting blister (or 3), DON'T clip the skin off the top if you ever want to walk on your foot again: Lesson Learned.
I really had a fantastic time at the event on Friday. I did - as I probably already mentioned - 9 miles in about 3 hours 15 - give or take. It was still at least 100 when we started, but it really didn't bother me. There were vats of ice water and we all got free bandanas. I'd dip mine every time I went around and squeeze it over my head, tie it - still soaking wet - around my neck, and it'd be dry by the time I got 'round again.
I thought I would get bored, but the shortened route didn't feel that much shorter than the way I usually walk (1 mi vs 1.5 mi).
I put the audiobook of Stephen King's "The Long Walk" on my iPod and just went for it... my entertainment felt quite appropriate (or not appropriate at all if you consider the distance walked in THAT little tale.)
My knees were screaming agony pretty much from the get-go. I limped the last 2 miles. I got some Excedrin from Doug about half way through, but if it did anything, I couldn't tell.
I just got in to creating rituals: grabbing a cup of something (at first it was water, then Gatorade and then something else "sport drinky," but I couldn't even guess) at the aid station, dipping my bandana, stopping for a stretch at a bench 1/2 way through the loop, passing my car & waving at Doug near the start/finish.
I had my camelback with me (there were supposed to be places where you could fill up, but I didn't see where), but I wanted to conserve it so I would drink cups of stuff from the aid station and I can now add to my list of life experiences: the sensual pleasure of drinking cold water when you are truly thirsty. My camelback stays pretty cold, but it still tastes like plastic. Bleck. No... no, that first cupful of cold, clear water was... magnificent. The roulette of tastes afterwards - not so much - especially getting a mouthful of lime sports drink when you are ready for another cup of tasty water.
Everyone was really nice. It made me slightly nervous. I'm rather guarded these days because it seems like every time I try to insinuate myself in to some sort of pre-established social situation, I end up screwing up somehow - violating some kind of rule I'm unaware of - and making myself unwelcome.
It was in this frame of mind, I first viewed the other people in the event.
I scooted myself to the very back of the starting group because I knew they would all take off running and I didn't want to be in the way. Sure enough, the whole pack took off and even the other 2 or 3 walkers zoomed off in front of me and I was a speck. As the runners started to lap me, they would say "good job." My suspicious tendencies told me I was being made fun of. 'Good job, fatty, way NOT to hustle it.' It took me a little while to realize they were being sincere. I started congratulating people back. It felt nice.
There were even some ladies parked at a mini aid station on the other side of the route who actually took time to learn peoples' names and they would go "hey look - it's Liz - YAY Liz!"
Even though my knees were held together with rusty nails by that point, I still jogged the finish line just like I did with April when we walked in Irving.
I got a cap for finishing. So my swag came down to a tech shirt, a cap and a bandana. Not bad!
The race was timed - I had a little tag zip-tied to my shoe lace. It was after I finished, I truly learned another fact that my previous try at the endurance walk (2 hrs) started to teach me: feet in motion usually try to stay in motion. I stopped so a guy could come over and clip the tag off my laces and it was all I could do not to fall on his head since my legs didn't like going from all that movement to NO movement. The poor people thought I was going to pass out, but it was just my traitor legs.
(I was pleasantly surprised to learn I was 17/22 in the Womens' 3 hr... don't get me wrong - I don't care about time. I will never place or win a sporting competition of any kind. I know that. But the fact that I wasn't dead last when that's been my usual place my entire LIFE - Liz the bumbling, clumsy, fat one, last running laps, last picked for any sort of team... just reaffirms to me that I'm not making a fool of myself.)
There was food, but I didn't bother. I limped back to the car and directed Doug to whisk me to the nearest Walgreens where I bought a giant box of instant icepacks (I forgot to chill mine before the walk!!) and blister bandaids.
I went home, showered, crawled in to bed, applied ice to my affected areas... and all, but hibernated for the whole weekend.
That's about the shape of it.
:-)
The reactions to my tale of accomplishment have been split roughly in to two groups: "that's awesome!" and "why in the world would you want to do something like that???!!!" It reminds me of the tattoo sticker I used to see around "The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people is: tattooed people don't care if you're not tattooed." Insert walkers/runners in to that scenario and you kinda get the picture. There's a jerk at my work that was really stupid about it: going on and on about how hot it was (ha! sort of like how my HUSBAND did) and how he didn't understand why I'd want to do something like that... I really wanted to let him have it, but of course, I have natural non-confrontational tendencies... which lead to a frustrating lack of ever SPEAKING MY MIND (sigh.)
The answer is: I did it because I COULD. I could do something that you people either CAN'T or WON'T.
Get a giant, disgusting blister (or 3), DON'T clip the skin off the top if you ever want to walk on your foot again: Lesson Learned.
I really had a fantastic time at the event on Friday. I did - as I probably already mentioned - 9 miles in about 3 hours 15 - give or take. It was still at least 100 when we started, but it really didn't bother me. There were vats of ice water and we all got free bandanas. I'd dip mine every time I went around and squeeze it over my head, tie it - still soaking wet - around my neck, and it'd be dry by the time I got 'round again.
I thought I would get bored, but the shortened route didn't feel that much shorter than the way I usually walk (1 mi vs 1.5 mi).
I put the audiobook of Stephen King's "The Long Walk" on my iPod and just went for it... my entertainment felt quite appropriate (or not appropriate at all if you consider the distance walked in THAT little tale.)
My knees were screaming agony pretty much from the get-go. I limped the last 2 miles. I got some Excedrin from Doug about half way through, but if it did anything, I couldn't tell.
I just got in to creating rituals: grabbing a cup of something (at first it was water, then Gatorade and then something else "sport drinky," but I couldn't even guess) at the aid station, dipping my bandana, stopping for a stretch at a bench 1/2 way through the loop, passing my car & waving at Doug near the start/finish.
I had my camelback with me (there were supposed to be places where you could fill up, but I didn't see where), but I wanted to conserve it so I would drink cups of stuff from the aid station and I can now add to my list of life experiences: the sensual pleasure of drinking cold water when you are truly thirsty. My camelback stays pretty cold, but it still tastes like plastic. Bleck. No... no, that first cupful of cold, clear water was... magnificent. The roulette of tastes afterwards - not so much - especially getting a mouthful of lime sports drink when you are ready for another cup of tasty water.
Everyone was really nice. It made me slightly nervous. I'm rather guarded these days because it seems like every time I try to insinuate myself in to some sort of pre-established social situation, I end up screwing up somehow - violating some kind of rule I'm unaware of - and making myself unwelcome.
It was in this frame of mind, I first viewed the other people in the event.
I scooted myself to the very back of the starting group because I knew they would all take off running and I didn't want to be in the way. Sure enough, the whole pack took off and even the other 2 or 3 walkers zoomed off in front of me and I was a speck. As the runners started to lap me, they would say "good job." My suspicious tendencies told me I was being made fun of. 'Good job, fatty, way NOT to hustle it.' It took me a little while to realize they were being sincere. I started congratulating people back. It felt nice.
There were even some ladies parked at a mini aid station on the other side of the route who actually took time to learn peoples' names and they would go "hey look - it's Liz - YAY Liz!"
Even though my knees were held together with rusty nails by that point, I still jogged the finish line just like I did with April when we walked in Irving.
I got a cap for finishing. So my swag came down to a tech shirt, a cap and a bandana. Not bad!
The race was timed - I had a little tag zip-tied to my shoe lace. It was after I finished, I truly learned another fact that my previous try at the endurance walk (2 hrs) started to teach me: feet in motion usually try to stay in motion. I stopped so a guy could come over and clip the tag off my laces and it was all I could do not to fall on his head since my legs didn't like going from all that movement to NO movement. The poor people thought I was going to pass out, but it was just my traitor legs.
(I was pleasantly surprised to learn I was 17/22 in the Womens' 3 hr... don't get me wrong - I don't care about time. I will never place or win a sporting competition of any kind. I know that. But the fact that I wasn't dead last when that's been my usual place my entire LIFE - Liz the bumbling, clumsy, fat one, last running laps, last picked for any sort of team... just reaffirms to me that I'm not making a fool of myself.)
There was food, but I didn't bother. I limped back to the car and directed Doug to whisk me to the nearest Walgreens where I bought a giant box of instant icepacks (I forgot to chill mine before the walk!!) and blister bandaids.
I went home, showered, crawled in to bed, applied ice to my affected areas... and all, but hibernated for the whole weekend.
That's about the shape of it.
:-)
The reactions to my tale of accomplishment have been split roughly in to two groups: "that's awesome!" and "why in the world would you want to do something like that???!!!" It reminds me of the tattoo sticker I used to see around "The only difference between tattooed people and non-tattooed people is: tattooed people don't care if you're not tattooed." Insert walkers/runners in to that scenario and you kinda get the picture. There's a jerk at my work that was really stupid about it: going on and on about how hot it was (ha! sort of like how my HUSBAND did) and how he didn't understand why I'd want to do something like that... I really wanted to let him have it, but of course, I have natural non-confrontational tendencies... which lead to a frustrating lack of ever SPEAKING MY MIND (sigh.)
The answer is: I did it because I COULD. I could do something that you people either CAN'T or WON'T.
Saturday, June 18, 2011
NINE MILES
I will write a brilliant blog about the Endurance thingie... tomorrow... after I come out of my coma.
:-)
:-)
Thursday, June 16, 2011
endurance... I WILL has it!
The endurance thing is tomorrow.
I don't know why Doug thinks I'm so crazy - I've walked in the heat before. As long as you stay hydrated, you're fine (I will continue to chant this until further notice.) But I do feel better now that Doug is coming with me... just in case I need someone to scrape me up off the pavement.
I'm not scared. I've made it 2 hours before. 3 isn't that much more. The only thing I'm worried about is getting bored. I've downloaded - fittingly enough - the audiobook for "The Long Walk." The walk should almost get me through part one. I've not walked to a book before so I'm sure it will affect my pace. BUT this is not for pace... it's for TIME! I will rule!
I will say this: it felt awfully nice at RPM class this afternoon... all the fit people started talking about it and I got to brag that I was going to be there. 'Course they all said, "you're RUNNING?" Um no. That would be a no.
BUT I get a shirt. An AWESOME shirt... or so I've heard.
I don't know why Doug thinks I'm so crazy - I've walked in the heat before. As long as you stay hydrated, you're fine (I will continue to chant this until further notice.) But I do feel better now that Doug is coming with me... just in case I need someone to scrape me up off the pavement.
I'm not scared. I've made it 2 hours before. 3 isn't that much more. The only thing I'm worried about is getting bored. I've downloaded - fittingly enough - the audiobook for "The Long Walk." The walk should almost get me through part one. I've not walked to a book before so I'm sure it will affect my pace. BUT this is not for pace... it's for TIME! I will rule!
I will say this: it felt awfully nice at RPM class this afternoon... all the fit people started talking about it and I got to brag that I was going to be there. 'Course they all said, "you're RUNNING?" Um no. That would be a no.
BUT I get a shirt. An AWESOME shirt... or so I've heard.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
'psycologically devoured'
The need for a pity party increases. I'm getting really depressed.
The only class I could take today (besides Step - yea right) was Jam... again. This was the third time and I'm getting worse.
I cried. I pretended it was sweat in my eyes...
All I do is flail around. I'm so horrible at this. All of it! And those skinny little girls just bounce around for an hour like it's nothing. At least there were two or three others that were lost like me, but - as usual - they were probably 20 years older than me. I move like a 50 year old. Great for the self esteem.
All of this for stickers. And a stupid t-shirt. But it's more than that... it's accomplishment...and I don't even know if I can do it. I'm going to walk around on Friday for 3 hours and yet stupid aerobics classes make me cry.
I haven't had the chance to take something I liked since RPM on Saturday. As it is, I'd just take RPM all week if I could, but my pelvis STILL hurts from last time. I use those padded Andiamo underpants and a seat pad and it still kills me.
I go tomorrow for a personal training session. I need to relax and not take a class too. Strength training IS still exercise. Hell, my PT is technically exercise. No reason to limp home. I know this. It's logical.
All of this and I just don't see the use. It's been almost two months and I'm still just as fat and I still feel like shit and my knees hurt even worse. I'm 7 whole pounds lighter (oooh, a cat... a whole cat) and that much poorer for the WW fees and the gym membership. Why am I bothering?
I know I can't quit. I KNOW that, but my head is still all wrong.
During Jam, I was trying to think of something really horrible I could do.
Guess what I came up with? I had a smoothie!! oooooooooo! AND I had some SKIM MILK with my Subway cookie @ dinner. How freaking rebellious.
raaaaaaar.
:-(
The only class I could take today (besides Step - yea right) was Jam... again. This was the third time and I'm getting worse.
I cried. I pretended it was sweat in my eyes...
All I do is flail around. I'm so horrible at this. All of it! And those skinny little girls just bounce around for an hour like it's nothing. At least there were two or three others that were lost like me, but - as usual - they were probably 20 years older than me. I move like a 50 year old. Great for the self esteem.
All of this for stickers. And a stupid t-shirt. But it's more than that... it's accomplishment...and I don't even know if I can do it. I'm going to walk around on Friday for 3 hours and yet stupid aerobics classes make me cry.
I haven't had the chance to take something I liked since RPM on Saturday. As it is, I'd just take RPM all week if I could, but my pelvis STILL hurts from last time. I use those padded Andiamo underpants and a seat pad and it still kills me.
I go tomorrow for a personal training session. I need to relax and not take a class too. Strength training IS still exercise. Hell, my PT is technically exercise. No reason to limp home. I know this. It's logical.
All of this and I just don't see the use. It's been almost two months and I'm still just as fat and I still feel like shit and my knees hurt even worse. I'm 7 whole pounds lighter (oooh, a cat... a whole cat) and that much poorer for the WW fees and the gym membership. Why am I bothering?
I know I can't quit. I KNOW that, but my head is still all wrong.
During Jam, I was trying to think of something really horrible I could do.
Guess what I came up with? I had a smoothie!! oooooooooo! AND I had some SKIM MILK with my Subway cookie @ dinner. How freaking rebellious.
raaaaaaar.
:-(
Monday, June 13, 2011
6 stickers... none of them banana-shaped...
I'm feeling generally angry and sorry for myself so I haven't bothered to write lately... believe me, I've composed entries in my head (most of them laden with profanity, of course.) So I'll try to avoid the pity party I've been trying to throw myself and will skip on to the interesting bits.
I have completed my study of the 8 Les Mills 'Body Classes' and can now rank them as follows:
1. Combat - yay for pent-up aggression release!
2. Pump - not a lot to screw up. Barbell go up, barbell go down
3. RPM - once again, not a lot to screw up. Pedal fast, pedal slow
4. Vive - doesn't really do it for me, but not as easy to screw up as the rest on the list.
5. Jam - like Step... without the step. How easy it is to undertstand depends on the instructor.
6. Attack - eh, just aerobics. Nothing special.
7. Flow - yoga can suck it
8. Step - no. just no.
Hendrick is also having something called "Summer Shape up" where if you go to a class, you get a sticker. Everyone's names are out in the lobby on a several big bits of board just like in school. You put your sticker by your name and if you get 40 stickers in 10 weeks you get a t-shirt. This is right up my alley. Unfortunately, I am now officially in Physical Therapy for my knees so it's getting harder to cram in a class as well as PT (and after today's PT and then Jam class, I could probably say it's also unwise, but I WANT MY FRIGGING T-SHIRT!)
Today, I have six stickers.
Today was also trip 2 of 9 to PT. I do activities and then I get rubbed with a sonogram doo-dad & wrapped in giant inflatable ice packs. Today's interesting activity was basically scooting around a carpeted floor on a wheeled stool for 5 minutes -- forward and backward, forward and backward. Sounds funny? I dare you to try it and not sweat.
The diagnosis I've waited my whole life for: patellar tendinitis. Its extremely ironic name (for me at least)? "Jumper's Knee." I was hoping I could just get a knee replacement or two and then *boom* no pain. No such luck. No real surgery to treat it. Just ice packs and Ibuprofen and do some exercises... that I was doing anyway. Bleck. All I know is that I hurt more. A lot more. And I don't see how doing exercise is going to fix that when it's the chief cause. I'm not saying I'm stopping... no. I'm just saying I'm angry... but that's part of the pity party I'm not allowed to have right now. So I guess that's that for now...
I have completed my study of the 8 Les Mills 'Body Classes' and can now rank them as follows:
1. Combat - yay for pent-up aggression release!
2. Pump - not a lot to screw up. Barbell go up, barbell go down
3. RPM - once again, not a lot to screw up. Pedal fast, pedal slow
4. Vive - doesn't really do it for me, but not as easy to screw up as the rest on the list.
5. Jam - like Step... without the step. How easy it is to undertstand depends on the instructor.
6. Attack - eh, just aerobics. Nothing special.
7. Flow - yoga can suck it
8. Step - no. just no.
Hendrick is also having something called "Summer Shape up" where if you go to a class, you get a sticker. Everyone's names are out in the lobby on a several big bits of board just like in school. You put your sticker by your name and if you get 40 stickers in 10 weeks you get a t-shirt. This is right up my alley. Unfortunately, I am now officially in Physical Therapy for my knees so it's getting harder to cram in a class as well as PT (and after today's PT and then Jam class, I could probably say it's also unwise, but I WANT MY FRIGGING T-SHIRT!)
Today, I have six stickers.
Today was also trip 2 of 9 to PT. I do activities and then I get rubbed with a sonogram doo-dad & wrapped in giant inflatable ice packs. Today's interesting activity was basically scooting around a carpeted floor on a wheeled stool for 5 minutes -- forward and backward, forward and backward. Sounds funny? I dare you to try it and not sweat.
The diagnosis I've waited my whole life for: patellar tendinitis. Its extremely ironic name (for me at least)? "Jumper's Knee." I was hoping I could just get a knee replacement or two and then *boom* no pain. No such luck. No real surgery to treat it. Just ice packs and Ibuprofen and do some exercises... that I was doing anyway. Bleck. All I know is that I hurt more. A lot more. And I don't see how doing exercise is going to fix that when it's the chief cause. I'm not saying I'm stopping... no. I'm just saying I'm angry... but that's part of the pity party I'm not allowed to have right now. So I guess that's that for now...
Sunday, June 5, 2011
6 down, 2 to go
The walk in Hamlin was a lot of fun... you should always bring your pet skinny person to a race: it does wonders for your pace! Though Doug was vaguely annoying - he didn't even break a sweat... but I'm really glad he came. He gets 10000 Awesome Husband Points.
So now I have TWO shirts in my 'Exercising. On purpose' collection.
(I went ahead and signed up for the 3 hour endurance thing in two weeks as well.)
After the walk, I went to BodyFlow (yoga/tai chi/pilates)... which is currently fighting it out with BodyStep in "Liz's List of Things She'd Rather Go to the Dentist than Do." I won't be returning any time soon. I've gone quite inflexible in my old age (I say as I unwrap myself from my icepacks and take a moment to pop a couple of Ibuprofen): by the time I gathered up my will to try the particularly bendy move they were exhibiting, they were already 3 moves away. I ended up on my hands and knees a lot because I can't manage a 'Downward Dog' so now I'm bruised up and feel like my knee caps are coming unanchored.
Two more to go in the "Body" collection (there's also something called "Art of Strength" to try as well as a trip to the pool for water aerobics): BodyJam - which I will try tomorrow - and BodyAttack - which doesn't appear until Thursday @ 4:15. Sooooo starting Tuesday, I pick the things I want to make a habit of attending (so far: Combat, Pump and RPM.)
I'm looking around for some extra padding for the spinning class and have found some padded bike briefs by a company called "Andiamo!" They're cheap enough... but still, not sure they'll fit.
Ugh.
Still pretty sore from my adventures this week, but went ahead and walked at around 5 (2x around Redbud. Thought about 3rd, but I jogged a bit so I was extra tired). It was still in the 90s, but at least there was a little breeze blowing. I've started noticing that my face is turning in to one giant freckle so I added a layer to my disguise and invested in a cap emblazoned with the name of my high school mascot ('eagles' - ohhh yea. I ooze with school spirit) as well as some face sunscreen (so the label actually says it's FACE sunscreen... if you put it somewhere else, is it immediately rended ineffective?)
Wheeee!
So now I have TWO shirts in my 'Exercising. On purpose' collection.
(I went ahead and signed up for the 3 hour endurance thing in two weeks as well.)
After the walk, I went to BodyFlow (yoga/tai chi/pilates)... which is currently fighting it out with BodyStep in "Liz's List of Things She'd Rather Go to the Dentist than Do." I won't be returning any time soon. I've gone quite inflexible in my old age (I say as I unwrap myself from my icepacks and take a moment to pop a couple of Ibuprofen): by the time I gathered up my will to try the particularly bendy move they were exhibiting, they were already 3 moves away. I ended up on my hands and knees a lot because I can't manage a 'Downward Dog' so now I'm bruised up and feel like my knee caps are coming unanchored.
Two more to go in the "Body" collection (there's also something called "Art of Strength" to try as well as a trip to the pool for water aerobics): BodyJam - which I will try tomorrow - and BodyAttack - which doesn't appear until Thursday @ 4:15. Sooooo starting Tuesday, I pick the things I want to make a habit of attending (so far: Combat, Pump and RPM.)
I'm looking around for some extra padding for the spinning class and have found some padded bike briefs by a company called "Andiamo!" They're cheap enough... but still, not sure they'll fit.
Ugh.
Still pretty sore from my adventures this week, but went ahead and walked at around 5 (2x around Redbud. Thought about 3rd, but I jogged a bit so I was extra tired). It was still in the 90s, but at least there was a little breeze blowing. I've started noticing that my face is turning in to one giant freckle so I added a layer to my disguise and invested in a cap emblazoned with the name of my high school mascot ('eagles' - ohhh yea. I ooze with school spirit) as well as some face sunscreen (so the label actually says it's FACE sunscreen... if you put it somewhere else, is it immediately rended ineffective?)
Wheeee!
Friday, June 3, 2011
I think we have a winner!!!
Ok, so I still have three more classes to try before I can give a truly informed opinion, but I'm thinking that today's foray will end up being the winner:
BODYCOMBAT
("combination martial arts class")
or... Beginner Asskicking as I will fondly think of it.
The teacher was a dude this time. I think his name was Terry, but I don't remember... he was really nice and very energetic (aren't they all tho?)
He warned me that I would probably feel very lost like I did in Step, but I actually caught on pretty fast. The only things that gave me problems were the kicks: can't get my chubby little legs up that high and later on there were some push ups and - I'm sorry - I tried to "push through the pain" or whatever, but I still can't do push ups. I just weigh too damned much. He was very understanding though and showed modified movements throughout to make it a little easier.
Still, there was lots of smiling and motivational shouting that I whole-heartedly participated in.
I can very easily see myself cruising in there after a particularly crappy day at work and pretending to beat the crap out of all those who... eh... seek to oppress me.
Still on the list are Attack, Flow and Jam.
There's a Flow class tomorrow if I get back from the 5K in Hamlin in time (I'm sure I will.)
My companion for the walk has been sidelined for medical reasons and my mom has to go out of town... circumstances have yielded a surprise and very welcome guest: HUSBAND!!! I thought when he said he'd go that he'd just cheer me on, but no, he's going to walk with me! >>>excited<<<
BODYCOMBAT
("combination martial arts class")
or... Beginner Asskicking as I will fondly think of it.
The teacher was a dude this time. I think his name was Terry, but I don't remember... he was really nice and very energetic (aren't they all tho?)
He warned me that I would probably feel very lost like I did in Step, but I actually caught on pretty fast. The only things that gave me problems were the kicks: can't get my chubby little legs up that high and later on there were some push ups and - I'm sorry - I tried to "push through the pain" or whatever, but I still can't do push ups. I just weigh too damned much. He was very understanding though and showed modified movements throughout to make it a little easier.
Still, there was lots of smiling and motivational shouting that I whole-heartedly participated in.
I can very easily see myself cruising in there after a particularly crappy day at work and pretending to beat the crap out of all those who... eh... seek to oppress me.
Still on the list are Attack, Flow and Jam.
There's a Flow class tomorrow if I get back from the 5K in Hamlin in time (I'm sure I will.)
My companion for the walk has been sidelined for medical reasons and my mom has to go out of town... circumstances have yielded a surprise and very welcome guest: HUSBAND!!! I thought when he said he'd go that he'd just cheer me on, but no, he's going to walk with me! >>>excited<<<
Thursday, June 2, 2011
all good things in moderation...
... which is something I didn't follow today.
Today's experiment was a 2 parter: RPM (spinning) and BodyVive ("low impact cardio and strength.")
I really liked RPM except for one thing: my giant ass on that tiny little seat for an hour was not exactly a comfortable ride. I do declare that real cyclists must be the most sexually unresponsive people in the world (unless you buy those padded bike shorts I've seen in magazines, but I really don't want to be the dork in the REAL cycling shorts in the fake cycling class.) Forgive the crudity, but the idea of walking away from an experience with a callous on my clit doesn't really seem like a fair trade for super toned legs.
It was a good class though so I will have to research some sort of something I can do to make my ride more comfortable. The teacher was very nice (and looked like Maggie Gyllenhaal) and encouraging in a good way... not the way that made me feel like a flailing spazz like in Step. Though - same as Pump - there's not a lot of choreography to "pedal slow, pedal fast."
I should have just rode the nice high after that, but no -- in my quest to experience everything, I went directly to BodyVive.
Vive will be the class that I take my mom to - it reminded me most of the Sweatin' to the Oldies tapes she used to make me do. I will think of it more fondly as "S&M for Dummies" as there was an evil stretchy band and smooshy ball we were made to manipulate.
(at one point I think I offended another girl in the class because she told us to put the balls and bands away because we weren't using them yet and it basically came out "put your balls to the wall" which I called her on because it was an AWESOME thing to say, but she denied it...)
It was a good class too, but my legs were already wobbling from the RPM so it was really really hard for me (this teacher looked like Reese Witherspoon.)
Afterward I rewarded myself with a smoothy... I will put this under the heading of trying everything ONCE that my new club has to offer. I calculated later and that dinky little smoothy (called "The Elvis" - chocobanana... I should have guessed) was 12 points. My DINNER from Sunway was 12 points.
Even worse, I did Vive instead of going to my Weight Watchers meeting, but I still went and weighed afterwards. I shouldn't have done the smoothy. All 16 fat ounces of Elvis sat in my belly and I gained.
... I choose to blame the smoothy. I've been too good this week for it to be anything else.
Tomorrow I meet with their personal trainer for that assessment thingie (I think I told ya'll that.)
After that, I might walk... or I might just curl up and die -- it all depends on degree of soreness tomorrow.
:-)
Oh and --
apparently when the office Chubb-o gets motivated, the effect spreads. There are two other girls in my office who want to join up and one who already goes there who says I'm making her feel motivated... or something to that extent.
Good stuff, right?
Today's experiment was a 2 parter: RPM (spinning) and BodyVive ("low impact cardio and strength.")
I really liked RPM except for one thing: my giant ass on that tiny little seat for an hour was not exactly a comfortable ride. I do declare that real cyclists must be the most sexually unresponsive people in the world (unless you buy those padded bike shorts I've seen in magazines, but I really don't want to be the dork in the REAL cycling shorts in the fake cycling class.) Forgive the crudity, but the idea of walking away from an experience with a callous on my clit doesn't really seem like a fair trade for super toned legs.
It was a good class though so I will have to research some sort of something I can do to make my ride more comfortable. The teacher was very nice (and looked like Maggie Gyllenhaal) and encouraging in a good way... not the way that made me feel like a flailing spazz like in Step. Though - same as Pump - there's not a lot of choreography to "pedal slow, pedal fast."
I should have just rode the nice high after that, but no -- in my quest to experience everything, I went directly to BodyVive.
Vive will be the class that I take my mom to - it reminded me most of the Sweatin' to the Oldies tapes she used to make me do. I will think of it more fondly as "S&M for Dummies" as there was an evil stretchy band and smooshy ball we were made to manipulate.
(at one point I think I offended another girl in the class because she told us to put the balls and bands away because we weren't using them yet and it basically came out "put your balls to the wall" which I called her on because it was an AWESOME thing to say, but she denied it...)
It was a good class too, but my legs were already wobbling from the RPM so it was really really hard for me (this teacher looked like Reese Witherspoon.)
Afterward I rewarded myself with a smoothy... I will put this under the heading of trying everything ONCE that my new club has to offer. I calculated later and that dinky little smoothy (called "The Elvis" - chocobanana... I should have guessed) was 12 points. My DINNER from Sunway was 12 points.
Even worse, I did Vive instead of going to my Weight Watchers meeting, but I still went and weighed afterwards. I shouldn't have done the smoothy. All 16 fat ounces of Elvis sat in my belly and I gained.
... I choose to blame the smoothy. I've been too good this week for it to be anything else.
Tomorrow I meet with their personal trainer for that assessment thingie (I think I told ya'll that.)
After that, I might walk... or I might just curl up and die -- it all depends on degree of soreness tomorrow.
:-)
Oh and --
apparently when the office Chubb-o gets motivated, the effect spreads. There are two other girls in my office who want to join up and one who already goes there who says I'm making her feel motivated... or something to that extent.
Good stuff, right?
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
barbell go up, barbell go down
Today's method of torture was called "Body Pump."
(... isn't it cute how they all have little names like that? Not just 'Skinny People Torture You - Pts 1-8')
It's a weight lifting class.
The little girl teaching it got me all set up. Started me off with 2 little 2.5 lb weights. Yep, 5 lbs total. I'm looking at it going, "pussy little baby weights!!" Well, those pussy little baby weights kicked my ass. By the time it was over, I could barely lift my keys up to drive home.
I liked it better than Step tho. There's not really a lot of choreography to "barbell go up, barbell go down."
2 down, 6 more to try.
I think I shall do RPM (spinning) tomorrow. I'll have to get up a smidge earlier so I can leave work in time to do it before Weight Watchers (gawd this self improvement thing is getting expensive!! $30 for WW, $44 for the gym.)
Then on Friday I meet with one of their trainers to have some sort of assessment so they actually have, in writing, what a limp noodle I am.
Wheee!
(... isn't it cute how they all have little names like that? Not just 'Skinny People Torture You - Pts 1-8')
It's a weight lifting class.
The little girl teaching it got me all set up. Started me off with 2 little 2.5 lb weights. Yep, 5 lbs total. I'm looking at it going, "pussy little baby weights!!" Well, those pussy little baby weights kicked my ass. By the time it was over, I could barely lift my keys up to drive home.
I liked it better than Step tho. There's not really a lot of choreography to "barbell go up, barbell go down."
2 down, 6 more to try.
I think I shall do RPM (spinning) tomorrow. I'll have to get up a smidge earlier so I can leave work in time to do it before Weight Watchers (gawd this self improvement thing is getting expensive!! $30 for WW, $44 for the gym.)
Then on Friday I meet with one of their trainers to have some sort of assessment so they actually have, in writing, what a limp noodle I am.
Wheee!
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