Yesterday, V was feeling under the weather and I didn’t want to share the wealth with the wee ones in ChildWatch, so we stayed home. I was feeling really round and pretty sure that were I to get a paper cut or something, copious amounts of grease would come oozing out of my veins. To say that I overindulged this past week-end would be an understatement. The worst part? It wasn’t even good! I mean, it was good, because I kept eating, but it wasn’t like one of those eating benders that you have at Thanksgiving time. I was just hungry and there was nothing in the house that was satisfying my simulatneous need for sugar and salt. Does that speak to a vitamin deficinency on my part? Sodium and Chlorine I get, but Vitamin Sugar? Not so much.
Anyway, my brain was exerting some serious mind control yesterday morning. I donned my workout wear even though I didn’t plan on going to the gym. I kept telling myself that I would take a walk with V bundled up in the jogging stroller, or that I would grab my bells and swing for 45 minutes on the back porch. I kept coming up with ways to move my bod and get back on the fitness wagon as I got the big girls up, dressed, and out the door for school.
When I got back from the carpool run, V had fallen asleep. It was too cold to swing outside, let along bundle her up for a walk. It was 8:45 in the morning and I was determined to get my heart rate up above resting. So, I opened the TV cabinet, reached inside and pulled out this. . .
I know, I know. Tony Horton and I are back together. Well, at least we were yesterday. This is by no means any indication that this is going to be a long term relationship. Of course, in the process of finding an image to post, I saw all of these before and after pictures. Maybe I could do it again for 30 days. The weather will eventually turn nasty and I hate having to venture out in the elements. I’ll probably be firing this crap back up. *le sigh* Anyway, I figured I’d do the 90 minute yoga workout. I could use a good stretch and this is some power yoga that had me sweating when I was at my peak.
I went hard in the paint for a good hour. With 29:32 left to go, which is right around when they switch from the Ashtanga Sun Salutations to impossible, pretzel contortions like Extended Right Triangle Pose with Wrap Around. Still, I felt pretty good that I even put the disc in the machine (and turned it on!) let alone made is a solid hour. There’s a big difference between slogging it out on an elliptical machine, hauling tail up a stair master, or even doing drills in a lap pool. You’re using different muscle groups in different ways. Jumping back into P90 was like jumping into the cold lap pool. Doesn’t matter if you’ve already been doing other things, you weren’t doing this.
This morning, I got out of bed like a creaky, crackly old lady. Oh sure, I sat up just fine, but when I started walking to the bathroom? Snap! Crackle! Pop! and that was just the first step. I have always enjoyed the muscle burn that comes with having done a strong workout. This morning was no exception; it was just a surprise. Like, a “Oh, I didn’t know I even had a muscle there!” kind of surprise.
Today, V is much better, so we went back to the Y. I was trying to decide whether or not to use the ellipitcal the whole time or split it my work out between that and the pool. Seeing as there were some lanes open (don’t get me started on lane sharing), I spent 45 minutes doing lap drills. While my muscles were singing in protest (probably from all those push-ups in between upward dog and plank from yesterday), I felt as strong as I ever have. Am I ready for Plyometrics? Not just yet, but I have a feeling it may happen. Gah! and on that disc, this one guy does it on a prosthesis that looks like it’s made out of K’Nex.
Alright, Mr. Horton. I’ll be seeing you . . .