This week.
This week has been a bit of a roller coaster for sanity & fitness. I haven't been hitting the gym quite as much as the previous few weeks, but sometimes that's OK. Sometimes your body says "Nah, bitch" & you have to respect that.
This morning- after hitting the snooze twice- I mumbled to myself "get your damn head in the game, Hearne" & stumbled towards the ta-ta tamer & Puma's.
I got myself down to the gym about 15 minutes behind regular schedule so I did a slightly abbreviated arm morning with the following sequence from my Workin' On My Fitness Board
This week has been a bit of a roller coaster for sanity & fitness. I haven't been hitting the gym quite as much as the previous few weeks, but sometimes that's OK. Sometimes your body says "Nah, bitch" & you have to respect that.
This morning- after hitting the snooze twice- I mumbled to myself "get your damn head in the game, Hearne" & stumbled towards the ta-ta tamer & Puma's.
I got myself down to the gym about 15 minutes behind regular schedule so I did a slightly abbreviated arm morning with the following sequence from my Workin' On My Fitness Board
ok, so it originally was titled "Wedding Day Arms Workout", but I'm not trying to freak out my boyfriend, so it is now "Happy PuppyDay Arms Kout".
I started with a 5 minute elliptical warm up. The new ellipticals are growing on me though I do miss feeling close toJillian on the Arc Trainer.
I did the above sequence. (I need to start keeping track of what size dumbbell I use on which exercise. Does anyone have an app they would recommend for this?) Though I hit a bit of a speed bump...
Ok, can we talk about frustration for a minute?
When I was in high school, I just didn't fucking get algebra. I failed Algebra 1 my freshman year & had to opt out of Algebra 2 my senior year- severely damaging my GPA, but intensely elevating the strain on my sanity.Despite the tutor my parents were sending me to, despite the extra work I'd try to put in, nothing mattered. It was just the worse & it made me feel like a complete & total idiot. When I was in my Algebra classes I remember sometimes putting my head down & feeling tears build up in my eyes because I just. couldn't. do. it.
I get that same kind of feeling every time I do front raises with anything more than a 5lb weight. & even then it's the worst. It is so damn frustrating. Luckily, I haven't cried in the gym yet, but... dude, I wouldn't be surprised if one stressful day- it happened. They are just so hard for me. I know since I hate them so much I should probably try to do them every day just to tell my arms that I'm in charge of this, damnit. But... but... uuuuuugh
Since I'm kind of a badass, I survived my 15 front raises. Once I was done with the sequence, I did a 5 minute cardio blast, started the sequence again until I hit 35 minutes. Final cardio blast & then headed home.
OH!
Let's talk about something that has nothing to do with crying at the gym now, ok? Great, I'm glad you're on board.
You remember a couple of days ago I posted about the Zumba class I went to Saturday? Well, I sent a link to the teacher & she supplied me with a video of me doing Zumba! My awkward dreams have come true.
The downside is the 1) the video is kind of grainy & small, but I do have some screentime! 2) it's nowhere near as awkward as I expected. I almost wish I looked more foolish so as to encourage everyone to step on out of that comfort zone.
I did the above sequence. (I need to start keeping track of what size dumbbell I use on which exercise. Does anyone have an app they would recommend for this?) Though I hit a bit of a speed bump...
Ok, can we talk about frustration for a minute?
When I was in high school, I just didn't fucking get algebra. I failed Algebra 1 my freshman year & had to opt out of Algebra 2 my senior year- severely damaging my GPA, but intensely elevating the strain on my sanity.Despite the tutor my parents were sending me to, despite the extra work I'd try to put in, nothing mattered. It was just the worse & it made me feel like a complete & total idiot. When I was in my Algebra classes I remember sometimes putting my head down & feeling tears build up in my eyes because I just. couldn't. do. it.
I get that same kind of feeling every time I do front raises with anything more than a 5lb weight. & even then it's the worst. It is so damn frustrating. Luckily, I haven't cried in the gym yet, but... dude, I wouldn't be surprised if one stressful day- it happened. They are just so hard for me. I know since I hate them so much I should probably try to do them every day just to tell my arms that I'm in charge of this, damnit. But... but... uuuuuugh
Since I'm kind of a badass, I survived my 15 front raises. Once I was done with the sequence, I did a 5 minute cardio blast, started the sequence again until I hit 35 minutes. Final cardio blast & then headed home.
OH!
Let's talk about something that has nothing to do with crying at the gym now, ok? Great, I'm glad you're on board.
You remember a couple of days ago I posted about the Zumba class I went to Saturday? Well, I sent a link to the teacher & she supplied me with a video of me doing Zumba! My awkward dreams have come true.
The downside is the 1) the video is kind of grainy & small, but I do have some screentime! 2) it's nowhere near as awkward as I expected. I almost wish I looked more foolish so as to encourage everyone to step on out of that comfort zone.
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