January 30, 2020
January 30, 2020
Honestly,
I can’t believe I went back today. Last night was even rougher than the first
night. I might have gotten two hours of sleep total. I don’t want to lose my
momentum though! So, after I got back from a job this morning, and took an hour
nap, I headed to the gym.
After
the double-fiasco with the phone on the treadmill yesterday, I stopped at Wally’s
and bought a set of Bluetooth headphones. I eliminated one possible
embarrassing scenario that could happen at the gym - out of a bazillion. The
less embarrassment, the more likely I am to continue going.
I did twenty
minutes on the treadmill, walking a little slower than yesterday for most of
it. But my heart rate was up and I sweated throughout. I’d call that a
successful workout for now. From the treadmill, I made my way to the upper body
machines I used with J&K yesterday. Either I couldn’t quite get the settings
right or my core is sorer than I thought, but it hurt. There was a line for
getting help from staff and I felt too sore and tired and grumpy to deal with
it.
I spent
nine minutes in the massage chair: full pressure, back only. And another nine
minutes in the hydro-chair: pressure level 4. I haven’t tried the tanning booth
yet but only because I don’t have goggles. I noticed there’s some kind of spa
package deal that comes with the Black Card membership, which I have. I plan to
look into that soon.
So, all
day long, going down steps has been the worst. The short little step walking
out my front door caused an involuntary yelp every time I crossed it, which I
did at least twenty times. I tried my best to stick to level surfaces. At my
last stop before I could go home and crash (which I’ll be attempting in a few minutes,
armed with a hot rice sock and two ice packs) I encountered my current
nightmare. Steps. Multiple steps. I think six or seven or 400 steps.
Going
up wasn’t toooo awful. I got some momentum going and let out a little whimper
with each one. I had to convince myself to go back down. I considered flinging
myself to the bottom. I doubt it would have been any more painful. I’m thinking
three days of working out and one day to rest. Tomorrow is a rest day.
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