Accountability -- Day 4
First order of business: The 15-minute timer has been goosed up to 20 minutes. It's been taking me that long to write anyway, and I can't think of any reason to keep pretending it's 15.
What I did: So far today -- I got up and thought about doing an easy 3-miler before keeping my training appointment at 10:30. As we know, thinking is not doing; I had breakfast and went back to take a little catnap (with cat in attendance, of course) for 30 minutes. Catnap ended when cat walked on my chest. Then, I walked over to the gym in the sprinkling spring rain. The distance to the gym is 4/10 mile, which hardly qualifies the walk as a warmup, so when I arrived I got on the rowing machine for 10 minutes. Heather found me anyway, even though the rower is partially hidden, so she started me in on an upper-body workout. Here's what I did:
Explication of some of the above. I did the entire list three times:
DB = dumbell (the instrument, perhaps also the user)
Smith machine = the sissy bench press apparatus, by which a 30-pound bar slides up and down in a track so that with the twist of the wrists a sissy user can rest the full weight of what she's supposedly lifting. I "benched" 40 pounds today. I know, impressive. Uh, yeah.
"Steering wheels" = a wrist and arm twisty move accomplished by holding a weight disk with arms extended directly in front of the chest, grasping it on both sides like a car steering wheel, and pretending you're going fast around alternating hairpin turns. It can be painful enough that a user unintentionally makes the shrieking sound of a car going fast around alternating hairpin turns.
The workout lasted a half hour, which I followed by engaging in a fairly painful stretching and foam-rolling interlude before going next door to the juice bar and having a protein smoothie.
When I did it: 10 am, a time that this usually early bird normally thinks is a bit late in the day. But today? No such luck.
The "where" was that steel and rubber fortress of pain, Platinum Fitness in Pleasanton. Oh, just kidding. Of course it's a beautiful place. Heh heh.
How it felt: Better than I could have anticipated. I'd say a 7.5. Trainer Heather is so good at what she does.
Photos: Well, the workout sheet above is a photo, and so is the bonus image of the catnapping cat, also above. Yes, it's the one and only Danny Mo. Zzzzzz.
That's it! Keep on running --
Ps. Of some interest in the world of fitness facts is that yesterday my wrist tracker read 27,000 + steps by the end of the day. Today I'm at 8,133 and I haven't even run. (I get no stepping credit for bench pressing a third of my body weight.) It's mid-afternoon now, so I trust I'll break 10,000 by bedtime. Sounds good to me, but as my favorite nephew has pointed out, mere steps aren't enough--regular intensity of movement and conscious judiciousness in eating are also key in determining how physically fine you remain.
What I did: So far today -- I got up and thought about doing an easy 3-miler before keeping my training appointment at 10:30. As we know, thinking is not doing; I had breakfast and went back to take a little catnap (with cat in attendance, of course) for 30 minutes. Catnap ended when cat walked on my chest. Then, I walked over to the gym in the sprinkling spring rain. The distance to the gym is 4/10 mile, which hardly qualifies the walk as a warmup, so when I arrived I got on the rowing machine for 10 minutes. Heather found me anyway, even though the rower is partially hidden, so she started me in on an upper-body workout. Here's what I did:
Explication of some of the above. I did the entire list three times:
DB = dumbell (the instrument, perhaps also the user)
Smith machine = the sissy bench press apparatus, by which a 30-pound bar slides up and down in a track so that with the twist of the wrists a sissy user can rest the full weight of what she's supposedly lifting. I "benched" 40 pounds today. I know, impressive. Uh, yeah.
"Steering wheels" = a wrist and arm twisty move accomplished by holding a weight disk with arms extended directly in front of the chest, grasping it on both sides like a car steering wheel, and pretending you're going fast around alternating hairpin turns. It can be painful enough that a user unintentionally makes the shrieking sound of a car going fast around alternating hairpin turns.
The workout lasted a half hour, which I followed by engaging in a fairly painful stretching and foam-rolling interlude before going next door to the juice bar and having a protein smoothie.
The "where" was that steel and rubber fortress of pain, Platinum Fitness in Pleasanton. Oh, just kidding. Of course it's a beautiful place. Heh heh.
How it felt: Better than I could have anticipated. I'd say a 7.5. Trainer Heather is so good at what she does.
Photos: Well, the workout sheet above is a photo, and so is the bonus image of the catnapping cat, also above. Yes, it's the one and only Danny Mo. Zzzzzz.
That's it! Keep on running --
Ps. Of some interest in the world of fitness facts is that yesterday my wrist tracker read 27,000 + steps by the end of the day. Today I'm at 8,133 and I haven't even run. (I get no stepping credit for bench pressing a third of my body weight.) It's mid-afternoon now, so I trust I'll break 10,000 by bedtime. Sounds good to me, but as my favorite nephew has pointed out, mere steps aren't enough--regular intensity of movement and conscious judiciousness in eating are also key in determining how physically fine you remain.
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