I’m a little behind with my blogging & certainly behind with my logging (Because I haven’t one any yet) and we already know I’m behind with the actual exercise.
But the weekend did have excersise in.
Saturday was parkrun, a wet & damp 5k, managed it in 38min, but learnt that I should not try to run up The Hill on the 1st lap unless I want a horrible stitch for the rest of the run. Still for all my internal moaning, 38 min is an alright time.
Sunday I went to the gym for the usual stuff, and I think I just plowed through the motions, as I found it all very boring. But at least the gym was quiet and I didn’t have to wait for any of the equipment to become free.
Today I do plan to do something, either go for a run or head back to the gym, but I’m in such a grumpy mood, I might just settle for making everyone around me miserable…
This morning I ventured away from the cardio machines, my safe area of cross trainers and treadmills, and over into the area of the gym I like to call “the BEEFCAKE area. Mostly populated by guys all looking in the mirror & not moving more than their arm. It’s ok, I was accompanied by a gym instructor, so they couldn’t kick me out & weren’t allowed to point at the ginger woman trying to do press ups, and failing. Miserably.
My total number of press ups was ONE, and then I failed and fell onto the mat.
I also used some weights and other equipment, and have come to the conclusion that I am terribly terribly weak. All the arm and upper body things were near impossible.
The good thing here is that now I have a starting point. I know that I am making progress as soon as I manage more than 1 press up in a row. Easy & obvious goals!
The one thing I didn’t try, and want to, is pull ups. The plan is to sneak into the gym early on Wednesday and try. Hopefully I’ll manage one.