I never got around to posting about my personal trainer session on Tuesday. I worked hard with plenty of arm work. My shoulder and arm still haven’t forgiven me.
Today I decided to get out for a run. And things started conspiring against me from the minute I made that decision. The clouds gathered and an up-to-then sunny morning soon had rain bucketing down. I waited for it to slow down and the sky to start to brighten before getting my shoes on. After all, I’ve got to learn to run in the wet sometime.
So, mindlessly put my shoes on and headed out. I didn’t notice till near the end of the run that I had my “day” shoes on and not my runners! My “day” shoes are a walking shoe style so, hopefully, no damage done (and probably why I really didn’t notice).
When I run I use MapMyFitness to log it. Handy little app on my phone that sends all the data to the website so I can analyse it to death later. Except today, for some reason, it threw a fit. It was happy to start recording the time taken when I pressed start but decided not to start logging the distance gone until nearly 6 minutes in. So I was shocked when I finished my run and saw my mins/mile time at 17 minutes and change! Blimey!!!! I walk faster than that and seeing as how I’d done a couple of long (for me) runs I knew it was wrong. Soon corrected when I got home and on to the website.
The gods had obviously decided today was a good day to test me!
The run itself was marvellous. Two longish runs and a short one – where I noticed the footwear faux pas and called it quits. I pick up niggles easily enough without being foolish. It felt good to be chugging along. And equally rewarding was the relatively quick recovery between runs – though I possibly need to walk a bit faster as time seemed to pass by way too quickly for the distance covered.
And as I look out the window right now, the clouds are breaking open and the sun is coming out again. <sigh>
Did some rehab work on my knee, as well as some other stuff. Even though I didn’t work up a good sweat I can feel it now – which means that I was very sensible NOT to go straight out for a run like I was considering on the drive home.
Yeah, I am that daft. Fortunately common sense prevailed.
So, so tired!
I slept well last night so would have thought that’d have taken care of yesterday’s efforts. Maybe not. I also have bits of me that ache so when I stand up I’m shuffling like a little old lady.
After 11 months of sweat and “what the heck are you doing to me” under the watchful and expert eye of my personal trainer, today I did my first ever dead lift. 30kgs!!! Three times!!! Feeling so chuffed. (That’s 66lbs in old money).
Unfortunately, after that everything else seemed twice as hard because my legs were like jelly. But I enjoyed it and am so proud of myself. I’ve gone from struggling to do a simple squat to nailing lifting 30kgs!
I’m a happy bunny tonight.
I finally have enough arm strength to start heading towards press ups. I can hold myself up for about 5 seconds. That’s a big improvement on 8 months ago when I’d last a second at the most. The actual moving up and down is still a no-go, not if I don’t want to rearrange my nose. It will come.
I’m also in pre weight lifting mode. I can do the squats down, set my shoulders in the right position, and have my hands wrapped around an imaginary bar. This one will have to advance slowly due to my iffy arm and shoulder. I refuse to go back to how it was 2 months ago when I could barely get my arm above horizontal.
During the coming week I will continue to practise these movements at home – after my warm up stretches.
1.5lb on this week. I’m still 1lb below target so shouldn’t feel bad about it, but I do. It’s still not easy to see weight going on and it being ok. I’ll get there.
On to swimming. The half hour lesson went so fast. I am getting much better about having my face in the water. My front crawl is getting stronger. At then end we got to jump in. The instructor said it was best to take goggles off. Well, sorry, but there’s no way my head is going under water without my goggles on. So I straddle jumped. After the lesson finished some of us headed into the open lanes (where the public get to play when part of the pool is segregated for lessons/classes) and I did another 4.5 lengths – ran out of oomph on that last one. Now trying hard NOT to fall asleep.
Tomorrow is personal trainer day. Early night tonight.
No weigh in this week, had sore throat and catarrh over the weekend so cancelled all my usual activities.
Fortunately the germs are taking the hint, though hubby is none too impressed that he has them. So, as I’d cancelled my PT session yet woke up this morning wanting to DO something, I dragged my bike out the garage and dug out my nappy shorts. For those of you who don’t cycle – or you just want to know what the heck are they are – nappy shorts (my own term for them) are shorts that are tight and clingy BUT with a giant piece of wadding to protect your undercarriage from those all too rough interactions with the saddle. The wadding is shaped like a giant sanitary towel – a not very discreet one either. I must admit it brought back flashbacks to my pre-hysterectomy days (bet the menfolk readers are all running for the hills now, hee hee hee).
It was a lovely ride, mostly tarmac with a small unpaved section. There were a few hills and I got up them really easily. OK so they were short and not that steep, but c’mon they were hills! I knocked off 5.93 miles in 46 minutes.