One more catch up post!
One more catch up post!
Very busy day before I left town to see my family for the holidays. Running errands/Christmas shopping on foot = lots of steps!
Eeek! I have so many catch-up posts to make that I think I have to do it in batches! This is for Dec 14-16, when I hurt my shoulder and couldn't exercise over the weekend. Miss you all madly! xoxo
Leg workout with Buffin. After, he was murdering my hip flexors He would say he was stretching them, but I maintain that it was torture. Luckily, Fraidy walked into the gym and let me hold her hand throughout the ordeal. It was my last session with Buffin before the holidays. I said if we didn't survive the apocalypse, I was glad I'd known him. He said we'd better survive, because in 2013 he's going to turn me into Gumby.
Buffin invited me to join this secret accountability text group he has with his girlfriend and other clients. It's kind of a weird experience, but I am learning all sorts of secrets about Buffin.
Ice skating at Citi Pond in Bryant Park with Maureen D. and other friends. I'm counting it as a workout because I am awful at ice skating, and it made my legs hurt. It was one of those New York nights that makes you feel like you are living in a movie, just tra-la-la-ing through life to vintage Christmas carols against dramatic backdrops. Maureen & I got our extra steps in by walking in the rain to Rockefeller Center to see the Christmas tree. Maureen is a good friend - she walked in the rain just so I could wave at shiny things.
Amazing things happened with Buffin yesterday that had nothing to do with working out. I am best besties with the personal trainers now. So much so that Buffin was teasing Anthony (Fraidy's trainer) so much about his tight Lululemon pants that Anthony pulled them way up to his chest like Steve Urkel. I couldn't leave Anthony hanging like that, so I did the same. Then we wrapped our arms around each other and posed for a picture, but no one had a phone or camera.
Oh yes, there was also a lot of planks and back work. I was feeling a knot under my shoulder that I thought was just a knot. However, over night it became totally inflamed and today went into the chiropractor because I thought maybe it was pinched nerve again. It's not a pinched nerve, but it's a mess of angry muscles that I feel when I breathe. I have my theories on how I got this, and they involve pullups.
Naughty FLOG: Birthday prosecco at the cozy and beautiful fancy new Beatrice Inn with Kaitlyn B. The bartender nicknamed me sweetheart, gave us free Veuve Clicquot in honor of Miss Kaitlyn, and kissed my hand as we left. I regret nothing.
Last Friday was a huge triumph for the Silk Road challenges. I successfully pulled off a "seatbelt" drop. It's the kind of advanced move I thought I'd be able to pull off by the end of my first year of training, but, uh....actually it took me 2.5 years. No matter! As they say in the biz, overnight success takes at least fifteen years. Let's just recap the strength benchmarks necessary to pull of this move:
1) Climb high. CHECK!
2) Butt over head, while in the air, no footlocks, using only my arms and abs. CHECK!
3) Hold my body weight with my legs while I wrap the silks around my weight. CHECK!
4) Precarious balance moment where I have to shimmy the fabric just enough over my butt to be able to pull myself up into sitting position, but not shimmy it so far that I can't get up again. CHECK!
5) Don't freak out, fall backwards, and catch my weight with my knees CHECK!
6) Pull myself back up, let the silks fall off, hold my weight in my arms, and wrap to stand, without falling back down to the ground. CHECK! CHECK! CHECK! CHECK INFINITY!!!
Oh yeah...and then after that, I did a sick iron cross, and a really high crossback straddle. I would pretend to be humble about all that, but I'm too busy being awesome.
(Naughty flog: I mean, after all that work, I think everything should fall under the "rewards" category, not the "naughty" category, but here goes: I split a delicious bowl of mac & cheese, ate two freshly made cinnamon donut holes, and drank 3 glasses of prosecco. I regret nothing.)
Yesterday I did a silks double header. First, I took regular aerial silks with Mama Silk, where I did some heroic stuff, and then spent a lot of time getting tangled in the silks while trying to do a roll-up from a hip key. For the first time since I hurt my hamstring, I did a knee hook and a glissade. It was a little tenuous, but the old hamhocks seem to be hanging in there.
Then, I took Red Velvet at Crunch (promotional video above), which is an aerial hammock/lyrical dance class. It was fun to twirl around on the silks and do a bit of a routine, but if I hadn't spent the past two years hanging on fabric and learning what I know about technique, form, and how long it takes to build up strength, I probably would have hated it in a temper-tantrum "why don't my arms work" kind of way. Most people seemed to be having fun, though, or if not having fun, they at least were too dizzy from spinning to really comprehend what was happening to them. Bottom line: aerial dance, even when it's just a novelty fitness class, is hard, yo.
Naughty flog: 2 glasses of wine and the french fries that came with my turkey burger, while watching the 12/12/12 concert with Maureen D. I regret nothing.
Cardio, rehearsal, and holiday parties.
Naught flog: There's nothing to see here! Move along! (mumble mumble prosecco, pizza, grilled cheese, cheese blintzes, corn pudding, christmas cookies, more cheese mumble mumble) I regret nothing.
Quick evening cardio.
Naughty flog: NADA! I was a paragon of virtue and vegetables.
|The Silk Road - Chapter 32||0%||1|
|5 Vegs. 5 Fruits 5 Wkouts||19%||3|
|Get It Right, Keep it Tight!||13%||6|
|The Monthly Standard||71%||5|
|Memorial Day Countdown||10%||3|