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Working out LIKE A BOSS
Jun. 3rd, 2011 12:48 pmSo I made a promise to myself last week that starting this past Tuesday, I was going to get back into the swing of things and exercise more. I managed to do it, though Tuesday morning was a bit of a bear.
I set my alarm for 7:00 hoping that I would drag myself out of bed no later than 7:30. However, in true me fashion I slept until 8:00, especially since I hit "sleep" and not "snooze." But I quickly at breakfast, stretched myself out, and then took a 45 minute bike ride, totaling about four miles when all was said and done. Naturally the next morning my body went, "You bitch!" and instead of taking my sorry carcass down to the gym to lift weights, I ran through my yoga routine to stretch myself out some more. Yesterday the weather was crappy (rain and wind) so instead of another bike ride, I hit the treadmill for thirty minutes. 1.75 miles later my legs felt like gelatin but my body wasn't screaming at me.
That brings me to this morning. I pulled myself out of bed at a quarter to eight, mostly because I slept poorly last night. After breakfast, I put on my exercise clothes, turned on Good Morning America and ran through my stretches. After I was stretched out and adequately warmed up, I went down to the gym to start lifting weights again. I started off at twenty pounds, meaning I bench pressed forty-five. I'm going to slowly up the amount of weight (sadly, it can only be done in ten pound increments which means that every two to two and a half weeks I'll be upping the weight) as I continue. I'll probably max out the bench press at about eighty five pounds, and squats at one hundred-fifty. Granted I can get myself back to the same level I was at when I was a freshman in high school.
This afternoon I need to remember to wash my exercise clothes as they're now all gross and sweaty and I can only wear them for about a week before I just can't. Admittedly, I have more than one set of exercise clothes so it's not like I'm pressed to get them clean, but I really like my primary set. Besides, I have some other laundry that I really should do as well.
In other news, I'm still adjusting to my iPhone, but all in all it's pretty easy to use. Hell, I love that I set my alarm to what are basically church bells. There are worse ways to wake up in the morning - the "alarm" tone for example. I'm pretty sure that was the only time I catapulted out of bed in shock.
I set my alarm for 7:00 hoping that I would drag myself out of bed no later than 7:30. However, in true me fashion I slept until 8:00, especially since I hit "sleep" and not "snooze." But I quickly at breakfast, stretched myself out, and then took a 45 minute bike ride, totaling about four miles when all was said and done. Naturally the next morning my body went, "You bitch!" and instead of taking my sorry carcass down to the gym to lift weights, I ran through my yoga routine to stretch myself out some more. Yesterday the weather was crappy (rain and wind) so instead of another bike ride, I hit the treadmill for thirty minutes. 1.75 miles later my legs felt like gelatin but my body wasn't screaming at me.
That brings me to this morning. I pulled myself out of bed at a quarter to eight, mostly because I slept poorly last night. After breakfast, I put on my exercise clothes, turned on Good Morning America and ran through my stretches. After I was stretched out and adequately warmed up, I went down to the gym to start lifting weights again. I started off at twenty pounds, meaning I bench pressed forty-five. I'm going to slowly up the amount of weight (sadly, it can only be done in ten pound increments which means that every two to two and a half weeks I'll be upping the weight) as I continue. I'll probably max out the bench press at about eighty five pounds, and squats at one hundred-fifty. Granted I can get myself back to the same level I was at when I was a freshman in high school.
This afternoon I need to remember to wash my exercise clothes as they're now all gross and sweaty and I can only wear them for about a week before I just can't. Admittedly, I have more than one set of exercise clothes so it's not like I'm pressed to get them clean, but I really like my primary set. Besides, I have some other laundry that I really should do as well.
In other news, I'm still adjusting to my iPhone, but all in all it's pretty easy to use. Hell, I love that I set my alarm to what are basically church bells. There are worse ways to wake up in the morning - the "alarm" tone for example. I'm pretty sure that was the only time I catapulted out of bed in shock.
