Be picky on what you stand on your feet doing, save your strength for YOUR goals.......sometimes kind si too kind.....ppls still don't understand what chronic pain is like to live with for some of us.......
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Be picky on what you stand on your feet doing, save your strength for YOUR goals.......sometimes kind si too kind.....ppls still don't understand what chronic pain is like to live with for some of us.......
whew. 40 min. bike ride to yoga this morning, followed by a very sweaty 90 min. class. It was tough! I haven't done such a tough, hot class in a long time. I felt completely drained after class but also really good, I feel like I sweat out all the toxins in my body. Thankfully yoga is really close to a metro station. Riding a bike home was NOT an option after that class! I love having random days off during the week. freelance = freedom.
I feel revived. Got out of work early, biked back to my car, 30 min. Drove home then went for a run. Slow and steady for 28 minutes. Ended at the gym for body weight training, lots of abs and a weigh-in. Not thrilled by the weight, but Iblame that on the long weekend/lack of cardio.
On Friday, I learned this hard knee hook crossover thing. It's really, really difficult, but once I get it, the next part of the move is so cool.
Introducing my new move: the Crotch Coffin. It involves using my inner thigh muscles like vice grips, hence my "crotch of steel!" Before I mastered this, we worked on hip keys, which are so unforgiving. It's not so easy to fan kick your legs once you're in midair. Grrrr.
start my day and end my day with 5 minutes of stretching
Bike commute both ways. 12 miles, 80 min. puts me in such a good mood to bike to work. No more road rage :)
Buffin declared yesterday to be Big Booty Thursday. That was fine with me, because it meant I could sing my Big Booty song. The boring details: band-walking, leg presses (200+lbs, baby!), hamstring curls, lunges, squats, squats, squats, and one final stair run where my legs turned to jelly. The fun details: While on the Smith machine (it's like assisted barbell squats), Anthony came up behind me, hugged me under the arms, and made himself into a human chair so that I squatted into his lap. If only all squats were like that. It was magical.
My booty is hurting big today. Big-time.
Yesterday in aerial silks class, there were only two of us, so I got my own silk the whole time. We were working hard! We worked on bicycle climbs, opposite-side knee hook hip keys, hip keys from the air, and starting learning the beginning wrap of a "Peter Pan." I don't know yet what a Peter Pan is, but I was more of a dead Wendy bird. I've been working on knee hooks for, oh, two-ish years. They are hard, because, you know, there's all your body weight, and it's supported by your knee. So right now I'm building up to it by starting from the ground. One of my next strength hurdles is being able to get my butt over my head in the air, and then hook my knee and hold on for God and Country. Oof. Onward, with baby steps to the big guns.
I'm doing a really good job of training Buffin on how to train me. He told me to do a wall sit, and then immediately pretended we were having a tea party, raised pinkies and all. I didn't even have to instigate the make-believe this time! When we weren't having a tea party, and when I wasn't flirting with all of the other trainers, we were doing hamstring curls, leg presses, lat pull-downs, and a motherload of deadlifts at 135lbs. Fraidy watched the deadlifts for awhile, which I enjoyed because I could show off my new pink weightlifting wraps. At the end, Buffin told me to do stair runs. I thought he was joking. He was not joking. Then I rearranged all the pictures on the trainer board so all my favorite gym boyfriends were on the same side. Trainer Mike yelled at me for moving his picture - I think he thinks if his picture is in the middle of the two boards it makes him cooler, but it does not. After I left the gym, the trainer board caused quite a bit of drama because they were all arguing over the order I arranged them in, and what it meant about who is my favorite. I like to keep the boys guessing.
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