I slept through my alarm yesterday, and the text message from Jumile, and the phone call from Jumile.
I’m useless.
An occasional journal of my journey from a slug to, well...not a slug - I hope.
I slept through my alarm yesterday, and the text message from Jumile, and the phone call from Jumile.
I’m useless.
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) :)
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!
Oh, and I gained 2lb last week...
Not a good week all in all....I will do better next.
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.
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.