Thursday, September 22, 2005
Oooooohhh the pain.
2:19 PM
Now that Emma is a bit older and on a pretty predictable schedule I have been able to get into the gym a few times. Not as often as I should but better than none. One of the things we do while working out is keep track of our heart rate. Mine used to stay around 80% of my max heart rate. Not too dangerous but not exactly where it should be to workout. Essentially my heart rate was running at the rate of someone my age of superior fitness doing an intense workout. That's not me. I used to need a break to bring my heart rate down a notch. I didn't feel like I had to but my trainers would make me, just to be on the safe side and to stay within optimal workout range. After taking so much time away from the gym I figured I was going to have to start all over. I was pleasantly surprised to find that my heart rate has dropped 4 beats per 10 seconds putting me right where I am supposed to be. Maybe even on the lower side. It has been this way for 2 weeks.
There are two ladies who run the gym I go to and this past week I have only been there when one of them was in. Today I was in while the second lady was working. She saw me taking my heart rate and asked where it was at. I told her and I explained that even though I hadn't been in the gym I was walking on a regular basis. This had helped to lower my heart rate. I said "No matter what I do it doesn't seem to increase." Word of advice:DON'T EVER say that to a trainer!!! They will find a way to raise it! She said "just give me a minute and I'll get in there to push you." "HUH?" She finished up and sure enough she was right next to me pushing me to go harder. Let me rephrase that. She beat me like a red headed stepchild. She worked me as if I were a draft horse. She pused me so hard my face looked like a 6 month old pinching a loaf. She added three new exercises to my routine too. After one of them I pointed to my chest just below my ribcage.
"OOooooohhh I realy feel that right here."
"That's your stomach."
"What?"
She looked at me confused.
"I thought it was about 6 inches lower where the rest of my stomach is :)"
We both laughed at that. Actually she laughed if gave more of a "huh, huh" which was about all I had left in me.
Overall I had a good workout. I guess since my heart rate was so low it did mean I had made progress, but it also means that I am ready to go to the next level. Yay!(ohhhh the sarcasim) I feel pretty good now but I am still a bit sore. I don't think my "stomach" will ever be the same but that is probably a good thing. Sooner or later I will even be able to do more than five of those stomach stretcher things. Remember, there are certain words not to use around a trainer unless you are really ready to sweat. More, harder, this is easy, push me, I barely felt that. You have been warned.
There are two ladies who run the gym I go to and this past week I have only been there when one of them was in. Today I was in while the second lady was working. She saw me taking my heart rate and asked where it was at. I told her and I explained that even though I hadn't been in the gym I was walking on a regular basis. This had helped to lower my heart rate. I said "No matter what I do it doesn't seem to increase." Word of advice:DON'T EVER say that to a trainer!!! They will find a way to raise it! She said "just give me a minute and I'll get in there to push you." "HUH?" She finished up and sure enough she was right next to me pushing me to go harder. Let me rephrase that. She beat me like a red headed stepchild. She worked me as if I were a draft horse. She pused me so hard my face looked like a 6 month old pinching a loaf. She added three new exercises to my routine too. After one of them I pointed to my chest just below my ribcage.
"OOooooohhh I realy feel that right here."
"That's your stomach."
"What?"
She looked at me confused.
"I thought it was about 6 inches lower where the rest of my stomach is :)"
We both laughed at that. Actually she laughed if gave more of a "huh, huh" which was about all I had left in me.
Overall I had a good workout. I guess since my heart rate was so low it did mean I had made progress, but it also means that I am ready to go to the next level. Yay!(ohhhh the sarcasim) I feel pretty good now but I am still a bit sore. I don't think my "stomach" will ever be the same but that is probably a good thing. Sooner or later I will even be able to do more than five of those stomach stretcher things. Remember, there are certain words not to use around a trainer unless you are really ready to sweat. More, harder, this is easy, push me, I barely felt that. You have been warned.
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Nice! Dang, I need one of those. I go to the gym... run for a little bit. Try and run more than just until I feel tired... cause that's at about 1/3 of a mile everytime. Then I hit the weights... Where I go into it thinking I'll do 3 sets of 10 reps on about 6 different machines.... but after the first round... it seems like I got them all... Haha. Oh well.
That's why I have to write down a schedule at the begining of the week when I feel optimistic, otherwise thats how it'll turn out!
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