I had a really good week of exercise last week. The last time I wrote about my workouts, it was after a weekend that involved a visit to Slimmons, a hike, a run, and a StairMaster, so I’ll pick up where I left off. Here’s the run-down:
Tuesday, April 12: Boot Camp Class with Craig. Craig set up a circuit that we rotated through, and introduced, for the first time since I started taking his classes a few months ago, a jump rope. Two of the stations on the circuit involved jumping rope for one minute, and I hadn’t picked up a jump rope since my PE1 class in high school, like, 15 years ago. I’ve never been good at jumping rope, and, to be honest, I wasn’t certain I could do it, but when it came time and I rotated to that station, I surprised myself, and was able to keep it up for most of the minute! That was a pleasant little shock that got me through the rest of Craig’s tough class, which also featured a military crawl station, where you crawl across the floor, pulling yourself on your forearms, while your legs are straight balancing on the tips of your toes. I can barely do it, and I wince just thinking about it.
Wednesday, April 13: Swimming. Tavi came along, too. 100 yards warm-up (200 free, 200 IM, 200 kick, 200 pull, 200 IM), then I swam 1000 yards (40 lengths of the pool) without stopping (something I’ve yet to do), and then 300 yards cool-down. 2,300 yards total, in 1 hour.
Thursday, April 14: I took my mom, who was visiting, to a class at Slimmons. Richard Simmons taught it, and you can read about it, and see a picture, here.
Friday, April 15: My mom and I each did 45 minutes on a recumbent bike at a gym.
Saturday, April 16: Went for a run while hanging out with two of my cousins. My cousin Aaron helped me improve my form, so that was great. Read all about that run here.
Sunday, April 17: A planned rest day. Even though I didn’t have a dedicated workout, I still felt exhausted at the end of the day, because I spent probably a hour (maybe a little longer?) perched atop a stool, installing a new light fixture in my place:
In theory, it wasn’t supposed to be that difficult – I had all the pieces and tools (except for wire strippers, which I picked up at Sears for a few bucks), except for that I couldn’t get the damn thing to hang straight. If I wanted it to hang crooked, like the whole room was on a leaning ship, I would have been done in 1/2 the time, but that wouldn’t cut it for me. So that meant dismantling it a few times, re-aligning and fidgeting with various screws and nuts, my arms above my head the whole time, mumbling and cursing under my breath, occasionally holding myself back from chucking the whole fixture out the window.
The kicker is that I’ll need to go back up and fix it again this weekend. It may be hard to tell in the picture, but the fixture isn’t flush against the ceiling, it hangs a millimeter or two down. Not acceptable. Which means I have to swap out two screws for slightly shorter screws, so it’ll fit properly. Good times.
Monday, April 18. Unplanned rest day. I wanted to head to the gym, but I was exhausted after work. It had been a busy weekend – my folks were in town, and we were on the move: we went to San Diego, we went out to the suburbs to visit other relatives, we went to a concert, we went shopping for light fixtures (see above). Monday night I got home, pulled out some gym clothes, and thought ‘man oh man, I just wanna watch some TV first.’ Who has two thumbs and never got off the couch? THIS GUY.
Which brings us to Tuesday, April 19 – time for a weigh-in. I got up thinking I was sure to lose the pound that I gained a few weeks ago, that, so far, has refused to fall off my body again. I had done a lot of exercise, as this blogs illustrates, and had eaten pretty well. Which is why I was a little frustrated when I got on the scale, and it read:
238 POUNDS. Same as last week. Now, I have every reason to be happy, as I didn’t gain, and that’s a good thing, but I really want to lose that pound! (Oh, and if you’re curious, I disregard the 10ths of the pound – I’m the sort that can easily start obsessing over the numbers, and focusing on what comes after the decimal point is a surefire way to drive me crazy, so I just don’t do it.)
I updated the chart and extended my plateau:
It really is good news that I’m down 164 pounds. I try not to forget about that. But what I found myself thinking, repeatedly throughout the day, were a bunch of If Onlys. If only I had worked out last night. If only I didn’t have that piece of cake that my aunt made on Saturday. If only I had pushed myself a little bit harder. If only.
But when I look back at the week, I’m happy with the choices and decisions that I made, and it was a pretty awesome and memorable week, so screw you, If Onlys. Screw you.
Last night it was back to Craig’s boot camp class, and, in addition to a bunch of free weight moves I’m familiar with, Craig included another device I’ve never ever worked out on before: a trampoline. What fun! We would do a minute at a time running in place on a little trampoline, trying to get our knees as high as possible. Exhausting, but fun. The class was a great start to a new week. Next Tuesday, I’ll lose that god-damn pound. I hope.
Keep it up, David!