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One of my bad habits in life is that I sometimes blame my lack of doing things on other things. “Excuses”, if you will. Whether or not the excuse and blame may be valid, it’s still a bad habit.
But I’m going to do it again.
I’d like to blame this weeks lack of posts on the New Year.
In the fitness industry, January first is akin to Black Friday in the retail world, and the month following is typically just as chaotic. Beginners looking to start their training routine, and clients that I haven’t seen since before Thanksgiving are now filling my calendar, and I couldn’t be happier. Add onto that a few January deadlines, as well as training of my own (and let’s not forget kids & home life) and needless to say, the blog has been neglected.
So, with no other posts since the last #R2R2R update, we’ve already come to #R2R2R update #2. And the theme is: visit as many gyms as you possibly can. Alright, four isn’t THAT many, but 4 gyms in 7 days might be a new record for me. Without further ado, let me ramble about my fitness (because sometimes I need to ramble before I can post something worthwhile):
Monday: Legs. I think. I don’t remember. And then a trail run.
This is the problem with working in a gym. Since I’m always there, my workouts and gym time tend to blend together. If I have 30 minutes between clients, I’ll hop on the stair climber. Needless to say, this is NOT going well for my new Strava mileage contest with my running group, I forget what I’ve done before I have a chance to log it. I do, however, remember going to the gym immediately after dropping the kids off at school, and I also remember talking to a client specifically while I was doing dumbbell deadlifts. So that leads me to believe it was leg day. And I’m certain there was likely some sort of warm up, be it 15 minutes on the stair climber or maybe the AMT.
I need to start carrying a notebook.
That night we hit up the local trail with our new friend Paul for a brisk but wonderful 7 miles (or maybe 6, they keep changing the trail and I never wear a GPS). Coincidentally, he too is going to attempt the R2R2R this April, and therefore has to also figure out how to train for that kind of elevation gain/loss in flat Myrtle Beach. Small, crazy world…
Tuesday: Upper Body mix.
I hit up the purple planet again with my awesome runner friend Chelsey to give her a run down on how to train her upper body. (My new platform: get every runner to pick up some weights at least twice a week.) I can’t hate on that place, like so many other gym rats tend to do. Sure, it’s dark as a pocket in there, and it’s not somewhere I’d want to work, but it’s a gym. And the world needs more exercise.
Wednesday: CrossFit makes my shoulders cry.
Every few months I decide to make an appearance at my work’s CrossFit box. There are usually only three reasons why:
1) I get a wild hair and decide “Hey, maybe I could be one of those badass looking CrossFitters after all!” (this is rare.)
2) I want to spend time with my friend Hope, who coaches (or she somehow otherwise convinces me to show up.)
3) My employers make me go, as a part of some sort of work requirement. (Tough life, right?)
Wednesday’s 4:45 am wake up call for a 5:30 am box appearance was a combination of reasons #2 and #3. It was 37 degrees out, and I showed up in an outfit just shy of resembling a snow suit, knowing that the box was unheated and that concrete floor was going to be cold. I dutifully made my way through a warm-up and WOD that consisted of a ton of things I’m horrible at, including V-ups that prove how incredibly tight my hamstrings are, clean and jerks that show how incredibly kinesthetically awkward ALL of my Olympic lifts are (and I was 40 lbs under the starting Rx, and didn’t up my weight as prescribed), and toes to bar…where my toes came nowhere near the bar.
But despite the fact that I was a pathetic excuse for a fitness professional (I’m a runner, damnit!) I enjoyed every single, shaking arms, lactic threshold, pukey moment. So much so, that just like every other time I’ve gone to CrossFit, I find myself saying “I should really do this more often”.
Thursday: Stair Climb & Senior Circuit
Ridiculously sore from the previous day, I relented to a quick 30 minutes on the stair climber, reminding myself that “The Grand Canyon won’t climb itself!” I contemplated putting my ruck back on, which I haven’t done since the GORUCK this past summer. I’m pretty sure there is still sand and seaweed in it. 3 miles.
Next, I taught Senior Circuit, which is always a pleasure. Someone set up my chair/weights for me that day, so I got away with only 3 lb dumbbells. Normally I’d go for at least 5 (you’ve got to be able to talk and smile throughout the sets when you teach), but the aforementioned WOD had my arms shaking, still.
Kids had the day off from school, so I sat around coloring Pokémon characters and baking cookies. Apparently coloring is the new trendy stress reliever for adults? I’d rather run, frankly, but if drawing and coloring a “Croconaw” makes my kid smile, then I’m all for it.
Saturday: 10 miles & Back workout
10 easy miles in the GORGEOUS sunshine with my Run 843 group. Because of scheduling, we didn’t run until noon, and it was the best decision ever. Temps were in the high 60’s, maybe even low 70’s, and the sun felt freaking fantastic.
That night, after months of talking about it, Geoff and I finally decided it was time to figure out how to budget another gym membership into our life so he and I could work out together. We’ve been gym partners, celebrating each others accomplishments and snapping at each other when our blood sugar gets low, since the beginning of our relationship. It’s been so strange NOT working out with him, other than running. So, despite my love and loyalty for *my* gym, I joined the dumpy gym just down the road from our home. I say dumpy with a sense of fondness. None of the dumbbells nor plates match. There is nautilus equipment that I 100% guarantee is from the late 1970’s. There’s a lot of rust and musty cement. But it is all 100% functional, and the staff’s attitude of “yeah, do whatever you want” allows us to perform our ridiculous gym shenanigans (you should see some of the stuff Geoff comes up with) without being questioned.
Sunday. Chest & Legs
Not the combo I would come up with, but since I’m working out with Geoff now, I figured I’d hop right into his schedule. Because I haven’t had a spotter (Geoff), I haven’t squatted or benched with an Olympic bar in ages. It feels mighty good to get back to lifting HEAVY again.
Summary: Lots of lifting. Not a lot of cardio. Which would be fine if I was a pack mule trying to carry 100 pounds of gear up and down the Grand Canyon. But I’m not. I’m Heather, and I plan to run that thing. So…time to adjust accordingly.
Until next week…