Sunday, 7 December 2008

*sigh* I suck, yea verily do I suck

I slept through my alarm yesterday, and the text message from Jumile, and the phone call from Jumile.

I’m useless.

Wednesday, 3 December 2008

Another night, another good session

As I promised myself, I left for the house without checking for messages.
Then sat/stood around as the frost melted off the car. Once the windscreen
and rear window were clear off I went, parked up, paid the parking machine
and went in. Only then did I check for messages, none. I then wondered if I
had arranged with Jumile or not, so I fired off a text massage, after a few
minutes, no response so I went in alone.

Treadmill, crosstrainer, bike, weight machines and stretches...same routine,
I might vary it a little next time. I was able to complete the circuit,
unlike Saturday, not with much to spare, but I did it. The moral of the
story is, go regularly, not necessarily on a fixed rota, but regularly.

The real point of this post is that I was feeling a little blue this evening
for reasons I won't go into here, getting down the gym and working my arse
off cleared that shit from my head and now I feel a whole heap better. Both
physically and mentally.

Good night ( and I do mean that) :)

Monday, 1 December 2008

Well, I did it..

I made it to the gym on a miserable morning, cold, windy, freezing rain falling on me as I wandered the car park looking for a working ticket machine. Met up with Jumile in the 'cafeteria' area and went in to the sweatbox.

There's not much to say about the routine, I did more or less what I have done every session recently, except that 1/2 way through the bike time my legs gave up. Yes I'd pushed a little harder than usual on the cross trainer, but not that much harder, or so I thought.

I guess I mustn't miss too many more sessions.

Since losing weight (gained another couple of #'s this week) I have found that my ankle plays up a lot less, in fact I can't recall the last time it ached, the same is true of my knees.

So, back to it, if i want to keep getting stronger, losing weight and inches I must return to a solid routine of visiting the gym, however unpleasant it is to get out there into the cold.

I'll be back Thursday with an update.

Friday, 28 November 2008

It's been a week and a half

Last Saturday something got in the way, I can’t remember what, Wednesday it was being at work until 7.30 and honestly I couldn’t be arsed to after that, and tomorrow morning I am getting some archery coaching, not much, but 3 hrs worth and in the afternoon I have an appointment. I *will* go to the gym Sunday morning though. I promised that last week but didn’t. I don’t want it to be two weeks between visits. Otherwise it may easily become three.


I’ll update you on Sunday afternoon, honest!

Sunday, 23 November 2008

Today I am a loser

After yesterdays failure to get to the gym, I arranged with Jumile that I'd
meet him there this afternoon at 12.30. For reasons I won't go into here, I
couldn't be bothered with it today (although it's exactly what I need) so
dropped him a text to say I wouldn't be going along.

Oh, and I gained 2lb last week...

Not a good week all in all....I will do better next.

Saturday, 22 November 2008

I went, I saw, I came back

I broke my habit of not checking my phone before leaving for the gym, but
only because my phone find messages galore from Jumile.

Full of enthusiasm (ish) I went down to the gym, leaving early enough to
ensure that I wasn't delayed by traffic, what with it being Xmas shopping
season. On the way past the car park I noticed a sign promoting a wargames
event being held in the sports centre this weekend (I used to attend this in
a past life, as a member of the organising club I often helped do the
setup/breakdown too - but that is beside the point really). The usually more
than ample car park was full, as were the three overflow car parks.

I called Jumile from the car, we're going tomorrow morning instead.

Wednesday, 19 November 2008

Another night, another wet t-shirt

As I left for the gym, I picked up my phone and my ipod. The phone went into
my jacket pocket, the ipod into my sweatpants pocket. When I got to the gym,
I found that my headphones were outside the car, an earpiece had dragged
along the road on the way and was fecked.

I had a minor paddy, threw the knackered headphones across the car park, the
ipod into the door sidepocket, bought a car park ticket and made my way in.
Once inside I checked my phone for messages, just to see if Jumile had
thought better of it. I used to do this before leaving, but now I am
consciously doing so when I'm there. If he'd pulled out I'd normally not
bother either, but by checking messages upon arrival, I'm already there,
checked in and have less of an excuse to not go in.

He duly arrived, I sorted my stuff, towel & bottle into the gym with me, bag
and jacket into the locker.

I did the same as on Saturday, but found it a little easier, my thighs
burned a little towards the end of the CV work, but otherwise I was ok, no
weakness in the legs, my heart rate *much* lower than it was all those
months ago when one of the staff commented "that's in interesting shade of
red you've gone". On to the weight machines, seated row, leg press and
shoulder muscle thing I never remember the name of.

A set of stretches later and it was all over, 50 minutes after walking in.

I haven't had a great day at the office, the broken headphones were a
perfect conclusion to that. The workout allowed all of the crap from the day
to dissipate, I got back into the car feeling a whole lot better.