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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