Tonight, I laugh to keep from crying...or throwing a very large breakable object at the wall. Yes, one of those days.
I say that, but in the big scheme of things it was not horrible by any means...just no down time. There is certainly something to be said for a few quiet moments everyday. The only quiet time I got today was in the bathroom, which, should have been sufficient considering I go more than a pregnant woman with a UTI,...but it wasn't. Mentally, I was operating in 5th gear all day...my God, its still going. I just had a conversation with my cat asking how his day was...like he is going to answer. Truth is, his response would make me angry. "I ate...slept...licked myself...slept...ate..." Ah, worthless animal. Five bucks says I'm cleaning up vomit tomorrow just because I said that.
Aside from a typical hump day, I had a great leg workout. Kelsey was in there for the beginning of it, so it was great to catch up and laugh while I pushed....literally. I did 4 sets of 10-12 on everything. Squats were brutal since I did them after leg press, but I was pleased with 175 the whole time. Since I'm not on a strength phase, I'll take that weight for now. In about 8 weeks though, that's not going to cut it. I finished with some core work and then waddled my way to the shower.
I ran into one of my friends the other day who also competes. We had a great conversation about the year and various shows in the area. But what stood out to me the most was how we both struggle sometimes during the "off" season. Mentally, you just have to brace yourself because you put on some size, you're carrying a little more fat, your pale as a ghost, and honestly feel big as a barn sometimes. Its hard. You just have to keep reminding yourself that its necessary to be stage-ready in a few months...its the only way to get through it without hurting someone. Unfortunately, she rebounded pretty bad after her last show. It happens to competitors if they're not careful to reverse-diet and let their bodies adjust. She'd dieted hard for over 3 months and after her show just wanted to EAT. So she did...and continued to without gradually increasing calories. She regrets it, and I understand why. Her show was early November and she's already up 15+ pounds. Hard lesson to learn, but its happened to many and you pick up and move on.
Speaking of, I had a client ask me today if I've lost weight...HA...I asked him if he was blind. Definitely not. I told him it was because for the first time in 2011 I was not wearing spandex. Partly true.
Well, I can't believe this, but I've got about an hour before bed to do what I want. Woohoo! Honestly, I don't even want to move. I want to sit here and type until I get carpol tunnel. Eh,...I've got Christmas gifts to wrap and other things to take care of before Thursday calls my name.
Have a great night!
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Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Still sweating...
At 8:00 this morning she made my day and didn't even realize it...
If you can't appreciate that, I feel sorry for you. We cannot be friends.
Today was an interesting and eventful day to say the least. It started off pretty normal for a Monday and then by 3pm there we are without power and sweating like criminals as the thermostat continued to rise well above the 72 degrees its normally on. I decided right then and there that I have no desire to do hot yoga, work outside, or live in Kenya. Yes, we are spoiled with air conditioning...and if ever I develop a problem with that, I'll let you know. Until then, I will continue to cope with the nosebleeds I get from jacking the AC up......seriously, twice yesterday...
As far as workouts, I took Saturday off (unintentionally), and then did intervals yesterday. I prefer to take Sundays off, but I ended up having coffee for 5 hours with a friend/mentor on Saturday, which sort of caused a domino effect on the rest of my day. It was worth it...and you would think we could have solved all the world's problems after that. Nope. Not even our own. But I had a nice coffee-buzz going and was pretty much ready for anything after that.
Today's workout went well...I felt a somewhat mentally distracted, but got through it. I hit chest, shoulders, core, and finished with a 3 mile run. I honestly do not like doing shoulders after chest, but I also need to hit them twice a week. So fitting them in on Monday is about as good as I can do right now until I switch my split again in a few weeks. I might have to go back to legs on Wednesdays. Ugh. Hump day is long enough, I know,...this could get ugly. Onward I roll...
I got to see my nieces today. Well, Payton was actually asleep, but I still peeked in on her while I was there. She was laying spread eagle on her back with one hand behind her head, one foot hanging out of the crib, and no diaper. Like a champ. She is rebelling against a diaper while she's mastering the art of "going potty" like a big girl. At what age is it no longer cute to be caught with your pants down?? Just curious...
And its about that time...bedtime. Leg day tomorrow. I swear it feels like every time I turn around I have to squat. Ahhh. Story of my life.
Nice to see Kelsey just before she headed out to return to UNCG today. Its been a good summer Kels! Many laughs that's for sure...
Bedtime for MF...(my initials,...don't act so offended...ironic, I know). Night folks!
Today was an interesting and eventful day to say the least. It started off pretty normal for a Monday and then by 3pm there we are without power and sweating like criminals as the thermostat continued to rise well above the 72 degrees its normally on. I decided right then and there that I have no desire to do hot yoga, work outside, or live in Kenya. Yes, we are spoiled with air conditioning...and if ever I develop a problem with that, I'll let you know. Until then, I will continue to cope with the nosebleeds I get from jacking the AC up......seriously, twice yesterday...
As far as workouts, I took Saturday off (unintentionally), and then did intervals yesterday. I prefer to take Sundays off, but I ended up having coffee for 5 hours with a friend/mentor on Saturday, which sort of caused a domino effect on the rest of my day. It was worth it...and you would think we could have solved all the world's problems after that. Nope. Not even our own. But I had a nice coffee-buzz going and was pretty much ready for anything after that.
Today's workout went well...I felt a somewhat mentally distracted, but got through it. I hit chest, shoulders, core, and finished with a 3 mile run. I honestly do not like doing shoulders after chest, but I also need to hit them twice a week. So fitting them in on Monday is about as good as I can do right now until I switch my split again in a few weeks. I might have to go back to legs on Wednesdays. Ugh. Hump day is long enough, I know,...this could get ugly. Onward I roll...
I got to see my nieces today. Well, Payton was actually asleep, but I still peeked in on her while I was there. She was laying spread eagle on her back with one hand behind her head, one foot hanging out of the crib, and no diaper. Like a champ. She is rebelling against a diaper while she's mastering the art of "going potty" like a big girl. At what age is it no longer cute to be caught with your pants down?? Just curious...
And its about that time...bedtime. Leg day tomorrow. I swear it feels like every time I turn around I have to squat. Ahhh. Story of my life.
Nice to see Kelsey just before she headed out to return to UNCG today. Its been a good summer Kels! Many laughs that's for sure...
Bedtime for MF...(my initials,...don't act so offended...ironic, I know). Night folks!
Monday, July 18, 2011
Beep Beep...who got the keys to da jeep?!
First of all, its 159 days til Christmas...yes, I start counting early. I even watched Home Alone I last night to get me in the mood. Still my favorite movie and not surprisingly, I can recite every single line. (My other talent).
I got to spend Saturday with my sister-in-law and my two nieces. We even did some grocery shopping and I pushed Payton around in one of those carts with the car attached to the front. You know the ones...as if I'm not dangerous enough with the cart by itself,...let's strap a child to the front. I should have worn a fanny pack to complete the look. I can't tell you how many times I ran into a display. Poor Payton probably got whiplash. At one point I look down and she's got her left leg propped up and hanging out with one hand on the steering wheel. It was the G-rated version of Pimp My Ride. We had a great time, which was topped off when she dropped her pants in the middle of the parking lot to use the bathroom. Classic. I would've given her candy to go #2...
Cardio this weekend didn't exactly go as planned. I thought for sure I'd get out Saturday morning for a little 6-miler...uuhhh...not so much. After staying up a later than normal the night before, I overslept and had to settle for 4. Sunday I stuck to a combination walk/jog on the treadmill for 40 minutes. Nothing exciting. And the only good thing about hitting days back to back was that I could just focus on my lifting today...which proved to be plenty. I was extremely tired this morning even before I started. Everything felt heavier than normal, which I hate. But, the reality is that everyday will not feel like a great day. You just have to move forward, push harder. I did chest, shoulders, and core. Reps 8-12. Hard core workout...feels like I have gas....just my lower abdominal muscles cursing me.
So I won't get into it too much right now, but I am not doing the November show. Like I said before, I talked to my doctor and its just best right now if I postpone the stage until next year. Its disappointing, but its life. Change of focus for the time being, but still headed in the right direction.
So the biggest thing for me now is to get my metabolism back up. Because I had to keep my calories a little lower since April, ( not knowing if I was going to do the show in November), my maintenance level has dropped, and the amount of carbs my body can handle has decreased as well. Time to bring those numbers back up. This can be tricky, but thankfully the body is very adaptive and should respond easily over time.
I'm seriously about to fall sleep sitting straight up. Got a tough leg day coming up and need some good rest.
Great to see Kels, Zimm, and Morv today!! Yall make my day :)
I got to spend Saturday with my sister-in-law and my two nieces. We even did some grocery shopping and I pushed Payton around in one of those carts with the car attached to the front. You know the ones...as if I'm not dangerous enough with the cart by itself,...let's strap a child to the front. I should have worn a fanny pack to complete the look. I can't tell you how many times I ran into a display. Poor Payton probably got whiplash. At one point I look down and she's got her left leg propped up and hanging out with one hand on the steering wheel. It was the G-rated version of Pimp My Ride. We had a great time, which was topped off when she dropped her pants in the middle of the parking lot to use the bathroom. Classic. I would've given her candy to go #2...
Cardio this weekend didn't exactly go as planned. I thought for sure I'd get out Saturday morning for a little 6-miler...uuhhh...not so much. After staying up a later than normal the night before, I overslept and had to settle for 4. Sunday I stuck to a combination walk/jog on the treadmill for 40 minutes. Nothing exciting. And the only good thing about hitting days back to back was that I could just focus on my lifting today...which proved to be plenty. I was extremely tired this morning even before I started. Everything felt heavier than normal, which I hate. But, the reality is that everyday will not feel like a great day. You just have to move forward, push harder. I did chest, shoulders, and core. Reps 8-12. Hard core workout...feels like I have gas....just my lower abdominal muscles cursing me.
So I won't get into it too much right now, but I am not doing the November show. Like I said before, I talked to my doctor and its just best right now if I postpone the stage until next year. Its disappointing, but its life. Change of focus for the time being, but still headed in the right direction.
So the biggest thing for me now is to get my metabolism back up. Because I had to keep my calories a little lower since April, ( not knowing if I was going to do the show in November), my maintenance level has dropped, and the amount of carbs my body can handle has decreased as well. Time to bring those numbers back up. This can be tricky, but thankfully the body is very adaptive and should respond easily over time.
I'm seriously about to fall sleep sitting straight up. Got a tough leg day coming up and need some good rest.
Great to see Kels, Zimm, and Morv today!! Yall make my day :)
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Detoured
I would have paid good money to sleep in this morning. I stayed up last night until after 11, which proved to be a dumb decision....add it to the list. So I woke up already exhausted, eyes watering, and hardly ready for the day. Every time I had to get on the floor to demonstrate something to my 6am clients, I wanted to curse. Sounds horrible I know, but combined with the overwhelming soreness in my legs right now, and I was simply a mess. My rearend is one giant knot, and using the handicap rail in the bathroom got old pretty fast. Yesterday I felt old,...today I felt old and disabled.
By the time my workout rolled around I was beyond tired. To get going was the hard part. I had shoulders, biceps, and some cardio today. It ended up being a great workout. Lord knows I needed to burn some calories after yesterday....I'm sure I ate at least 1000 calories worth of cookie cake. Thank you Kelsey to contributing to my health. Oh but it was worth it. I had a headache this morning and am retaining a solid 1.5 pounds of water. Pretty awesome...
Driving home today was another headache. Traffic was absurd, and my normal 23 minute commute took over 50 minutes due to wrecks, detours, etc. I do not deal well with situations like that. Shocker. So I decided to squeeze in a couple of phone calls while I was essentially wasting minutes of my life on the highway. I called my mom. Ok, note to self: Do NOT call one of the happiest people you know while you are in misery, in your car, going 10 mph in a 65 zone. At one point she suggested I write a poem while stuck in traffic. I literally contemplated hanging up on my mom right then. I just had to laugh...that was indeed my mom for ya.
Ok, I am drained. I can't stay up any longer. The bed is calling my name and I desperately want to answer....Night!
By the time my workout rolled around I was beyond tired. To get going was the hard part. I had shoulders, biceps, and some cardio today. It ended up being a great workout. Lord knows I needed to burn some calories after yesterday....I'm sure I ate at least 1000 calories worth of cookie cake. Thank you Kelsey to contributing to my health. Oh but it was worth it. I had a headache this morning and am retaining a solid 1.5 pounds of water. Pretty awesome...
Driving home today was another headache. Traffic was absurd, and my normal 23 minute commute took over 50 minutes due to wrecks, detours, etc. I do not deal well with situations like that. Shocker. So I decided to squeeze in a couple of phone calls while I was essentially wasting minutes of my life on the highway. I called my mom. Ok, note to self: Do NOT call one of the happiest people you know while you are in misery, in your car, going 10 mph in a 65 zone. At one point she suggested I write a poem while stuck in traffic. I literally contemplated hanging up on my mom right then. I just had to laugh...that was indeed my mom for ya.
Ok, I am drained. I can't stay up any longer. The bed is calling my name and I desperately want to answer....Night!
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Here she comes....butt first...
Today was pretty much like Christmas....minus Jesus' birth, some tinsel, and presents for anyone but myself. I honestly had a fabulous birthday....I couldn't have asked for more. I've never felt more loved....well....except for that one time,...ok just kidding. I can't say thank you enough to everyone who made it special. Even birthday-cynic-Brian...who showered me with coffee, Under Armour, and a card with the word "bitch". Fitting. The funny thing is that, being the card-slut that I am, I told him what the inside said before I opened it. I'd picked it up before in the store. Its ridiculous, I know.
I woke up this morning 15 minutes before my alarm because I was so excited it was my birthday. You would think I was 7 years old. I love birthdays though. It might have something to do with the fact that I never got to celebrate my birthday at school when I was little because of summer break...no cupcakes...no "happy birthday" song....nothing. "Bitter, party of one." Perhaps a little, but nonetheless I've partied as necessary ever since. I like to remind myself every year just how little I've accomplished in 365 days, how small my list of friends is becoming, and the fact that I am going to bed earlier and earlier. Its awesome. Its way past my bedtime and clearly I should not be held accountable for anything I type at this point...the sarcasm just seems to pour out at an unbelievable rate...
All 3 Zimmerman boys and Kelsey stopped by today for a little birthday-bonding-time. That was awesome, and truly meant a lot. Kelsey made me a cookie cake with Duncan Hines frosting (the best), and I am seriously in a sugar coma right now. I can hardly feel my face and I am sweating head to toe. She even put m&m's on it...it was like sex on a cookie. I gladly ate it. My mom taught me at an early age that calories do not count on your birthday....I will not argue with mom. I took it to the face...as I should have...
The Zimm crew also surprised me with a new pair of shoes! It was like giving a heroine addict a new needle... New Mizunos, absolutely love them and they fit perfectly. Yes, I will excitedly rock them tomorrow. :)
My sister-in-law and 2 nieces also came by today...when Payton said "Happy birthday Mena, I love you" I nearly died. Those girls turn me into mush...almost makes me mad. Ha.
Mom and dad also stopped by and dropped off my new vacuum cleaner! Wooo!! It totally sucks,...I mean literally. I was more excited about an appliance than the average person should be. But I've managed to kill like 4 vacuum's already, so I'll take it.
Ahh...all in all, a complete day. Yes, I still worked out, but any accomplishment in the gym fell second to how great friends/family made me feel today. Honestly, I was flattered and beyond grateful. Thus, I will continue to celebrate through the weekend...at least, that's the plan. I'm 28, not 78...if you're gonna do something, got to do it right...
Goodnight people :)
I woke up this morning 15 minutes before my alarm because I was so excited it was my birthday. You would think I was 7 years old. I love birthdays though. It might have something to do with the fact that I never got to celebrate my birthday at school when I was little because of summer break...no cupcakes...no "happy birthday" song....nothing. "Bitter, party of one." Perhaps a little, but nonetheless I've partied as necessary ever since. I like to remind myself every year just how little I've accomplished in 365 days, how small my list of friends is becoming, and the fact that I am going to bed earlier and earlier. Its awesome. Its way past my bedtime and clearly I should not be held accountable for anything I type at this point...the sarcasm just seems to pour out at an unbelievable rate...
All 3 Zimmerman boys and Kelsey stopped by today for a little birthday-bonding-time. That was awesome, and truly meant a lot. Kelsey made me a cookie cake with Duncan Hines frosting (the best), and I am seriously in a sugar coma right now. I can hardly feel my face and I am sweating head to toe. She even put m&m's on it...it was like sex on a cookie. I gladly ate it. My mom taught me at an early age that calories do not count on your birthday....I will not argue with mom. I took it to the face...as I should have...
The Zimm crew also surprised me with a new pair of shoes! It was like giving a heroine addict a new needle... New Mizunos, absolutely love them and they fit perfectly. Yes, I will excitedly rock them tomorrow. :)
My sister-in-law and 2 nieces also came by today...when Payton said "Happy birthday Mena, I love you" I nearly died. Those girls turn me into mush...almost makes me mad. Ha.
Mom and dad also stopped by and dropped off my new vacuum cleaner! Wooo!! It totally sucks,...I mean literally. I was more excited about an appliance than the average person should be. But I've managed to kill like 4 vacuum's already, so I'll take it.
Ahh...all in all, a complete day. Yes, I still worked out, but any accomplishment in the gym fell second to how great friends/family made me feel today. Honestly, I was flattered and beyond grateful. Thus, I will continue to celebrate through the weekend...at least, that's the plan. I'm 28, not 78...if you're gonna do something, got to do it right...
Goodnight people :)
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Jumping hurdles
I can hardly feel my legs...honestly, my rear is one giant knot. Had a great leg workout today...and by great I mean brutal and not fun at all. My mom always asks me why I put myself through this. I don't know. I like to struggle,...because the feeling of overcoming is greater than the pain to get there. Everyone is different though. This is also coming from the person who likes to sleep with the fan blasting and the temperature so cold at night that it gives me nosebleeds. I'm a sick human being I guess...
So let me just say, my birthday started early today (which I won't argue with). I received a few cards in the mail and Lora stopped by to give me a card/gift. I was truly flattered. She joked about trying to find the perfect gift...everything from peanut butter to shoes to cottage cheese. Haha...I had no idea that I was hard to buy for. Truth is, I just love any reason for gifts....I have an entire "gift closet" at my house. Its already full with Christmas gifts for this upcoming December. Honestly, you could probably wrap up a fart and I'd be excited. Don't get any ideas...I have 2 brothers...I've tried it...somehow it always seeps out. But truly, what a great birthday week its been already...and yet the big hump day awaits...woohoo!!
On a more serious note...what a day.
There are some days in the gym that I am extremely grateful I had a good night's rest and am mentally ready to face the day. Because its more than showing exercises and trying to motivate each individual as they need it. Training...especially for athletic events/sports is extremely emotional. It demands ALL of you day in, day out...because the truth is, your opponent is training as well. And when it comes down to it, in the last few minutes of play, or the last strides of a race, heart and determination can only take you so far. Its the preparation, conditioning, and attention to details outside of the arena that will determine the winner. I read a great quote the other day that basically said that same thing, but the line that stood out to me the most was "You cannot will yourself to win." I agree. No matter how much you way want it, you have to be physically capable of achieving it. And be be physically capable, its pushing to be better than you were the day before....faster, stronger, and more willing to struggle when necessary.
It was tough to watch both Zimm and Kelsey battle this today. I think both of them are well aware of their talent, strength, and drive to be better. They are leaders at heart, but both faced a hurdle today...a mental hurdle. It left them both pissed off and just mentally tormenting themselves. I use the word torment because as an athlete, so much of one's identity and perception of self-worth is tied into personal performance and talent. That, to experience anything that causes him/her to question that or inflict self-doubt can be torture. But the main thing I wanted them to see is that "success", when it comes to training, has to go beyond the expectation of a coach/trainer...it must be a self-satisfaction that is personally defined according to an individual's strengths, weaknesses, and potential. I firmly believe these two athletes have an accurate perception of their potential and ability, which is why I know its hard for them to experience "off" days. BUT, the truth is we all have them...everyone. And your best one day might be a little better than your best on another day. But the point is that you give it everything you have at that moment...that day. Beyond that, your demands are unrealistic. So Kels and Zimm, let today fall in the category of an "off" day. You gave it what you could. Understand that today's struggle is just as valuable as tomorrow's successes, and move on. The goal is consistency....physically, yes, but mentally as well. The more you dwell on today, the more it invades tomorrow. Let it go, and I think you'll be amazed by your own resilience and strength...
Well, its been a long day...bedtime awaits, and in just a few hours yours truly will be 28 years old. A day that reminds my parents each year that one night of crazy passion and some Marvin Gaye will haunt you forever...
So let me just say, my birthday started early today (which I won't argue with). I received a few cards in the mail and Lora stopped by to give me a card/gift. I was truly flattered. She joked about trying to find the perfect gift...everything from peanut butter to shoes to cottage cheese. Haha...I had no idea that I was hard to buy for. Truth is, I just love any reason for gifts....I have an entire "gift closet" at my house. Its already full with Christmas gifts for this upcoming December. Honestly, you could probably wrap up a fart and I'd be excited. Don't get any ideas...I have 2 brothers...I've tried it...somehow it always seeps out. But truly, what a great birthday week its been already...and yet the big hump day awaits...woohoo!!
On a more serious note...what a day.
There are some days in the gym that I am extremely grateful I had a good night's rest and am mentally ready to face the day. Because its more than showing exercises and trying to motivate each individual as they need it. Training...especially for athletic events/sports is extremely emotional. It demands ALL of you day in, day out...because the truth is, your opponent is training as well. And when it comes down to it, in the last few minutes of play, or the last strides of a race, heart and determination can only take you so far. Its the preparation, conditioning, and attention to details outside of the arena that will determine the winner. I read a great quote the other day that basically said that same thing, but the line that stood out to me the most was "You cannot will yourself to win." I agree. No matter how much you way want it, you have to be physically capable of achieving it. And be be physically capable, its pushing to be better than you were the day before....faster, stronger, and more willing to struggle when necessary.
It was tough to watch both Zimm and Kelsey battle this today. I think both of them are well aware of their talent, strength, and drive to be better. They are leaders at heart, but both faced a hurdle today...a mental hurdle. It left them both pissed off and just mentally tormenting themselves. I use the word torment because as an athlete, so much of one's identity and perception of self-worth is tied into personal performance and talent. That, to experience anything that causes him/her to question that or inflict self-doubt can be torture. But the main thing I wanted them to see is that "success", when it comes to training, has to go beyond the expectation of a coach/trainer...it must be a self-satisfaction that is personally defined according to an individual's strengths, weaknesses, and potential. I firmly believe these two athletes have an accurate perception of their potential and ability, which is why I know its hard for them to experience "off" days. BUT, the truth is we all have them...everyone. And your best one day might be a little better than your best on another day. But the point is that you give it everything you have at that moment...that day. Beyond that, your demands are unrealistic. So Kels and Zimm, let today fall in the category of an "off" day. You gave it what you could. Understand that today's struggle is just as valuable as tomorrow's successes, and move on. The goal is consistency....physically, yes, but mentally as well. The more you dwell on today, the more it invades tomorrow. Let it go, and I think you'll be amazed by your own resilience and strength...
Well, its been a long day...bedtime awaits, and in just a few hours yours truly will be 28 years old. A day that reminds my parents each year that one night of crazy passion and some Marvin Gaye will haunt you forever...
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Running on E
Whoever had the brilliant idea of honey roasted peanuts is an absolute genius, and I'd probably kiss them on the mouth. Maybe. I had some last night and I'm still thinking about them. This cannot be normal at all...
So there I was, its almost 6pm and I'm loading up my things while chatting with Kelsey. (I look like death by this point.) She looks up at me and says, "Do you feel like this everyday?" Yes. The answer was yes. But today was definitely a much harder day than usual. I was beyond tired this afternoon...I stood up a couple of times and got extremely dizzy, and the ride home looked like a one man NASCAR race. I was all over the place. I may have chuckled when Kelsey asked me that, but the truth is I am struggling by the end of the day 98% of the time. My mom gets on me all the time about it, and I admit that its very hard for me to slow down. I go and go and go until I crash. Monday through Thursday is survival-mode, and Friday through Sunday is anti-social-regroup-so-I-don't-hurt-anyone mode. Right now I just want to sleep. There are kids playing in my cul-de-sac right now and I am angry at them for just having the energy to run around after 7pm. Ridiculous.
Workout today was just sprints, thank God. My back is so sore today that bending over to put on pants is borderline not worth it. I'd rather go pantless. And that's not even a word...eh...whatever. I did 28 minutes worth...started out with 20 on, 40 walk for 8, then switched to 15 on, 15 off, 15 on, 45 walk. That did me in. My hamstrings will be killing me tomorrow. I was pleased with my speed though...good workout. Tomorrow I have heavy shoulders, lighter chest, and core. I'm going to start with shoulders...we'll see how bad my chest suffers after that. And after this week I think I'm going to use next week as an unloading week...reps all 12-15, no strength/power training...give my muscles a week to sort of regroup and rest a little. It will be my birthday week, so I will pretty much do what I want..ha. That's how it works...or it should work. Brace yourselves...
Speaking of, I'm fairly certain my parents are buying me a vacuum cleaner for my birthday. I am excited and angry at the same time. Yes, I need it, but that in itself irritates me. A gift that sucks....literally. Awesome. Whatever happened to asking for the latest pair of NIKE's, some perfume, and a few movies? The whole growing-up thing is depressing at times. Next year I'll be asking for nothing...because that's what old people do...they ask for nothing and leave you wandering around the store trying to find the perfect gift for someone who wants nothing. Thus, you end up getting them the most generic, stupid gift in the store....leaving them wondering if you even KNOW them and why you "disobeyed" the rules of getting them nothing. Its absurd. Get them a plant. No one turns down a fern. They'll take it, it will die, and they will ultimately be left with nothing, just like they wanted...
I think I just successfully solved the gift-giving dilemma for many people.
My work here is done...
Ok, its 8:10 and I can't stay awake any longer. I am DONE. Have a few stories for tomorrow....
oh the anticipation...
So there I was, its almost 6pm and I'm loading up my things while chatting with Kelsey. (I look like death by this point.) She looks up at me and says, "Do you feel like this everyday?" Yes. The answer was yes. But today was definitely a much harder day than usual. I was beyond tired this afternoon...I stood up a couple of times and got extremely dizzy, and the ride home looked like a one man NASCAR race. I was all over the place. I may have chuckled when Kelsey asked me that, but the truth is I am struggling by the end of the day 98% of the time. My mom gets on me all the time about it, and I admit that its very hard for me to slow down. I go and go and go until I crash. Monday through Thursday is survival-mode, and Friday through Sunday is anti-social-regroup-so-I-don't-hurt-anyone mode. Right now I just want to sleep. There are kids playing in my cul-de-sac right now and I am angry at them for just having the energy to run around after 7pm. Ridiculous.
Workout today was just sprints, thank God. My back is so sore today that bending over to put on pants is borderline not worth it. I'd rather go pantless. And that's not even a word...eh...whatever. I did 28 minutes worth...started out with 20 on, 40 walk for 8, then switched to 15 on, 15 off, 15 on, 45 walk. That did me in. My hamstrings will be killing me tomorrow. I was pleased with my speed though...good workout. Tomorrow I have heavy shoulders, lighter chest, and core. I'm going to start with shoulders...we'll see how bad my chest suffers after that. And after this week I think I'm going to use next week as an unloading week...reps all 12-15, no strength/power training...give my muscles a week to sort of regroup and rest a little. It will be my birthday week, so I will pretty much do what I want..ha. That's how it works...or it should work. Brace yourselves...
Speaking of, I'm fairly certain my parents are buying me a vacuum cleaner for my birthday. I am excited and angry at the same time. Yes, I need it, but that in itself irritates me. A gift that sucks....literally. Awesome. Whatever happened to asking for the latest pair of NIKE's, some perfume, and a few movies? The whole growing-up thing is depressing at times. Next year I'll be asking for nothing...because that's what old people do...they ask for nothing and leave you wandering around the store trying to find the perfect gift for someone who wants nothing. Thus, you end up getting them the most generic, stupid gift in the store....leaving them wondering if you even KNOW them and why you "disobeyed" the rules of getting them nothing. Its absurd. Get them a plant. No one turns down a fern. They'll take it, it will die, and they will ultimately be left with nothing, just like they wanted...
I think I just successfully solved the gift-giving dilemma for many people.
My work here is done...
Ok, its 8:10 and I can't stay awake any longer. I am DONE. Have a few stories for tomorrow....
oh the anticipation...
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
<--Back Space
I had to face today with a different perspective...embrace the suck, and move on. I embraced it alright,...just as it was kicking me in the face at about 1:30 this afternoon. Caffeine withdrawal is in full-gear, and today was probably physically harder than yesterday, but I felt that I had a better idea of just how bad it would be. Thus, I manged to survive...
The most frustrating part of my day was my workout. I started off with some core work, which took about 15 minutes, then moved on to legs. I pushed hard through my leg workout, keeping my rest time between sets no more than 45 seconds. That is extremely hard after heavy squats/lunges...I was sucking some serious wind. I kept reps 10-12, but never went to failure. After that invigorating experience (riiiight), I moved on to chest. And this is where I hit a wall. I'd used so much energy for the first part of my workout, that I hardly had anything left. Since I knew I couldn't go extremely heavy, I dropped the weight and increased reps to 8-10 on all my chest lifts. What a tool. It certainly didn't help that my shoulders were very sore from yesterday...all in all, bad combination. I struggled through the rest of the workout, not pleased with all the weights for chest, but I pushed what I could push. It was all I could give.
After a grueling weight session, my caffeine-deprived brain decides its a good idea to get in some cardio. Note to self: Next time I have that particular thought,...let it go...just let it go. So I get on the treadmill and try to jog. I know...crazy....the funny part is that I literally had to stop after 2 minutes and 32 seconds. My legs could hardly move. I brought it to a walk, and cooled down. That was it...no more left in me. I made it to the PT table, laid down, and immediately fell asleep for 25 minutes. My body was cursing me with all the fun words at that point... I didn't want to move. After I woke up I headed to the shower. It was one of those showers where you're simply too tired to scrub, and too tired to care. I stood there. I hope I used up all the hot water...
Great to have Zimm and Kels in the gym for a full-fledged meat session tonight :) A little loud, slightly inappropriate, and always entertaining. They push each other, and its great...the intensity is pretty awesome.
So I started sending my Dad his Father's Day cards yesterday. For my parents' birthdays and other major holidays, I send a card everyday for a week beforehand. In addition to being a shoe whore, I am also a card slut. I love cards, and will spend an hour in Hallmark laughing to myself one minute and then crying the next. They must think I'm bipolar. Its ok...I might be. Anyway, I always send funny ones to begin with and then end the week with a sappy one...mainly so my parents don't think all I am is sarcastic with an inappropriate sense of humor. Only partly true. The card for today said "Thanks for impregnating mom." Yup, that's pretty much it. To the point....no details (no one needs a reminder of that night)...and sent with much love. He will cock his head back, laugh, and then turn to my mom and wonder if they should have ordered a paternal test. I figure, if I have not been excommunicated from the family at this point, I'm pretty much in no matter what I say. Gotta love family...
Well, tosh.O awaits...yessss....and then some sleep. Sprints tomorrow. I might cry...just a warning...
The most frustrating part of my day was my workout. I started off with some core work, which took about 15 minutes, then moved on to legs. I pushed hard through my leg workout, keeping my rest time between sets no more than 45 seconds. That is extremely hard after heavy squats/lunges...I was sucking some serious wind. I kept reps 10-12, but never went to failure. After that invigorating experience (riiiight), I moved on to chest. And this is where I hit a wall. I'd used so much energy for the first part of my workout, that I hardly had anything left. Since I knew I couldn't go extremely heavy, I dropped the weight and increased reps to 8-10 on all my chest lifts. What a tool. It certainly didn't help that my shoulders were very sore from yesterday...all in all, bad combination. I struggled through the rest of the workout, not pleased with all the weights for chest, but I pushed what I could push. It was all I could give.
After a grueling weight session, my caffeine-deprived brain decides its a good idea to get in some cardio. Note to self: Next time I have that particular thought,...let it go...just let it go. So I get on the treadmill and try to jog. I know...crazy....the funny part is that I literally had to stop after 2 minutes and 32 seconds. My legs could hardly move. I brought it to a walk, and cooled down. That was it...no more left in me. I made it to the PT table, laid down, and immediately fell asleep for 25 minutes. My body was cursing me with all the fun words at that point... I didn't want to move. After I woke up I headed to the shower. It was one of those showers where you're simply too tired to scrub, and too tired to care. I stood there. I hope I used up all the hot water...
Great to have Zimm and Kels in the gym for a full-fledged meat session tonight :) A little loud, slightly inappropriate, and always entertaining. They push each other, and its great...the intensity is pretty awesome.
So I started sending my Dad his Father's Day cards yesterday. For my parents' birthdays and other major holidays, I send a card everyday for a week beforehand. In addition to being a shoe whore, I am also a card slut. I love cards, and will spend an hour in Hallmark laughing to myself one minute and then crying the next. They must think I'm bipolar. Its ok...I might be. Anyway, I always send funny ones to begin with and then end the week with a sappy one...mainly so my parents don't think all I am is sarcastic with an inappropriate sense of humor. Only partly true. The card for today said "Thanks for impregnating mom." Yup, that's pretty much it. To the point....no details (no one needs a reminder of that night)...and sent with much love. He will cock his head back, laugh, and then turn to my mom and wonder if they should have ordered a paternal test. I figure, if I have not been excommunicated from the family at this point, I'm pretty much in no matter what I say. Gotta love family...
Well, tosh.O awaits...yessss....and then some sleep. Sprints tomorrow. I might cry...just a warning...
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Broccoli for the booty
I am eating so much broccoli and lettuce right now....its a good thing I will be sleeping alone. Butt-load of protein + fibrous veggies = lethal gas. Just being honest...
Today was a rough day....mainly due to the fact that I only got about 5 hours of sleep and proceeded to toss and turn all night. I was once again reminded that there is a certain level of security that comes along with having a 220 pound male beside you at night, and that there's no way to physically spoon yourself. So disappointing. Spooning is highly underrated. Guys, just DO IT...she'll think you care, which is the point...then when you do something completely stupid during the day, (which is a matter of when, not if), its ok because you are now an experienced spooner....
You're welcome.
So needless to say, the day felt that much longer since I was running on fumes by the end. For my sprints today I just did Tabata style for 25 minutes, heartrate 192, legs hating life. I could definitely feel yesterday's leg workout during each stride. I know I need to be doing some more sprint work on the track, but after walking outside today at noon, I think I'll pass. We are being molested by the sun right now. That kind of heat where you get in your car and you are certain that your face will peel off at any moment...or if you passed gas you'd immediately catch on fire. Yeah, that kind of heat. So, there's a high probability that I will continue to just do treadmill sprints for awhile.
Change of subject...
I absolutely love it when I set the treamill at a higher speed than what a client would honestly feel comfortable and truly never try on their own,...and then tell them to jump on. They look at me as if I'm nuts and will often question their ability to do it. I laugh and then let that moment of wishful thinking they have about me having mercy on them pass, and again tell them to get on. Hesitantly they jump on....and wha-la, they do it. The look on their face is priceless....in that moment, they experienced success. In that moment, they caught a glimpse at a greater self.
Those moments make my day...I experienced 2 of those today at the same time...it was awesome...
Tomorrow is a big lifting day...back, shoulders, bi's. I need to get way more sleep tonight if there is any hope in lasting tomorrow...
Kels, Zimm....way to push each other...that's what its all about :)
Today was a rough day....mainly due to the fact that I only got about 5 hours of sleep and proceeded to toss and turn all night. I was once again reminded that there is a certain level of security that comes along with having a 220 pound male beside you at night, and that there's no way to physically spoon yourself. So disappointing. Spooning is highly underrated. Guys, just DO IT...she'll think you care, which is the point...then when you do something completely stupid during the day, (which is a matter of when, not if), its ok because you are now an experienced spooner....
You're welcome.
So needless to say, the day felt that much longer since I was running on fumes by the end. For my sprints today I just did Tabata style for 25 minutes, heartrate 192, legs hating life. I could definitely feel yesterday's leg workout during each stride. I know I need to be doing some more sprint work on the track, but after walking outside today at noon, I think I'll pass. We are being molested by the sun right now. That kind of heat where you get in your car and you are certain that your face will peel off at any moment...or if you passed gas you'd immediately catch on fire. Yeah, that kind of heat. So, there's a high probability that I will continue to just do treadmill sprints for awhile.
Change of subject...
I absolutely love it when I set the treamill at a higher speed than what a client would honestly feel comfortable and truly never try on their own,...and then tell them to jump on. They look at me as if I'm nuts and will often question their ability to do it. I laugh and then let that moment of wishful thinking they have about me having mercy on them pass, and again tell them to get on. Hesitantly they jump on....and wha-la, they do it. The look on their face is priceless....in that moment, they experienced success. In that moment, they caught a glimpse at a greater self.
Those moments make my day...I experienced 2 of those today at the same time...it was awesome...
Tomorrow is a big lifting day...back, shoulders, bi's. I need to get way more sleep tonight if there is any hope in lasting tomorrow...
Kels, Zimm....way to push each other...that's what its all about :)
Monday, May 16, 2011
Busting out...
What a weekend.
I walked into the gym this morning already exhausted. Emotionally, I am beyond drained, but I cannot say that I've faced it alone. The amount of support and encouragement I've received over the last few days has been incredible. Tomorrow will be yet another long day...funeral and burial. Thus, I probably will not write...
I certainly did not feel like I was my best today...which is tough to deal with when you're surrounded by people who fuel off of your own energy and drive. While I felt distracted to some degree, I was still very much aware of my own internal struggles. Needless to say, it was a hard day with an even harder workout. Everything felt heavy.....very heavy. And starting a workout with bodyweight wide-grip pull-ups is kicking yourself in the crotch before a fight. It was brutal....but I pulled my tank-like-rearend up for 4 sets like a mad woman. Back, shoulders, biceps, then sprints....loooong workout to say the least.
Workout:
Wide grip pull-ups 4 x 8
Single arm DB row 4 x 8 each
Seated cable row 4 x 6-8
Seated BB shoulder press 4 x 6-8
Front plate raise 4 x 8
Lateral raise from neutral 4 x 8
Lat bar curls 4 x 8
Straight bar standing curls 4 x 8
Hammer curls 2 x 12
Sprints
My lats and upper back are getting strong as hell. I'm gonna need a new bra....38 A....which I'm sure doesn't exist. And for good reason, no woman was naturally created with lats like bat wings....one good flex and I will be out of this bra faster than a prom-whore. (Prom-whores: girls who slut themselves out only on prom night...thinking that since they are dressed up it somehow makes it less whore-ish. Nope, still slutty.) Anyway, point is that I am truly enjoying the strength gains from this new program design...more strength...more volume...overall good plan.
College kids are starting to roll back in town...always entertaining. Chad and Kelsey returned today...full throttle. It was great to have them in the gym though...I certainly needed the laughs and their enthusiasm.
Well, its late and I've got an extremely full day ahead.....a lot on my mind and just ready to have some closure...
I walked into the gym this morning already exhausted. Emotionally, I am beyond drained, but I cannot say that I've faced it alone. The amount of support and encouragement I've received over the last few days has been incredible. Tomorrow will be yet another long day...funeral and burial. Thus, I probably will not write...
I certainly did not feel like I was my best today...which is tough to deal with when you're surrounded by people who fuel off of your own energy and drive. While I felt distracted to some degree, I was still very much aware of my own internal struggles. Needless to say, it was a hard day with an even harder workout. Everything felt heavy.....very heavy. And starting a workout with bodyweight wide-grip pull-ups is kicking yourself in the crotch before a fight. It was brutal....but I pulled my tank-like-rearend up for 4 sets like a mad woman. Back, shoulders, biceps, then sprints....loooong workout to say the least.
Workout:
Wide grip pull-ups 4 x 8
Single arm DB row 4 x 8 each
Seated cable row 4 x 6-8
Seated BB shoulder press 4 x 6-8
Front plate raise 4 x 8
Lateral raise from neutral 4 x 8
Lat bar curls 4 x 8
Straight bar standing curls 4 x 8
Hammer curls 2 x 12
Sprints
My lats and upper back are getting strong as hell. I'm gonna need a new bra....38 A....which I'm sure doesn't exist. And for good reason, no woman was naturally created with lats like bat wings....one good flex and I will be out of this bra faster than a prom-whore. (Prom-whores: girls who slut themselves out only on prom night...thinking that since they are dressed up it somehow makes it less whore-ish. Nope, still slutty.) Anyway, point is that I am truly enjoying the strength gains from this new program design...more strength...more volume...overall good plan.
College kids are starting to roll back in town...always entertaining. Chad and Kelsey returned today...full throttle. It was great to have them in the gym though...I certainly needed the laughs and their enthusiasm.
Well, its late and I've got an extremely full day ahead.....a lot on my mind and just ready to have some closure...
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