Now, let me interject here. I could have gotten into a conversation with him saying that the gym was currently empty and it was now 9:05am. And I also could have asked him to direct me towards the southside. This man, however, was mentally retarded. That being said, he was the absolute sweetest person I've met. He spoke much slower than everyone else, and it seemed like he struggled with his words, but by no means was he slow or dumb; I knew that he was absolutely trying his hardest. So I decided rather than get into a taxing conversation, or worse, being rude and asking to "speak to someone else" I just smiled at him and said thanks. I walked out to my car, grabbed my iPod and headphones, headed back in and traded out my keys for a locker key. He was really sweet and said "here you go! Have a nice day." I smiled and said thank you very much. He smiled again as I left and I couldn't help but want to just give him a hug. He was absolutely precious!
ANYWAY, so yeah, I didn't make it to bootcamp, but I did still work out in the gym. I got back onto the elliptical machine thing and hit it pretty hard. I went at it for a straight 30 minutes at a pretty heavy clip. 30 minutes, 2.5miles and well over 300 calories burned. I really wanted to just stop after about 20 minutes because it was getting hard for me to breathe, I was bored, I ached from yesterday and I just kinda didn't want to do it anymore. But I pushed forward and became my own drill seargant, telling myself that if I can't make it a measly 30 MINUTES on this thing, how can I possibly thing I'm going to get in shape? If by the end of the summer I want to be running 1.5 miles in under 15minutes, I'm going to have to suck it up, baby doll. So I did. I pushed through. It hurt like hell, but I pushed through.
After my elliptical run, I made it over to the abs machine. Let me tell you, this one is amazing. I loved the ones at fike -- specifically the one where you just push your body weight forward, even if it did hurt my bo0bs. But this one is made so much simpler in that you just take to handles and push they forward. In doing so, you really REALLY work your core. I was a little sore from yesterday, but after about 10 minutes off this machine, I could already feel my abs tightening. I did something like, 35lbs, but I did them in reps of 50. So, 3 reps in and I was spent and my abs were shaking. Then I did a few of the torso twist deals, but it seemed at this point that I was just becoming famished. So I called it quits, knowing that I'd be back later in the day anyway.
When I came home, I couldn't find many "breakfast" things (it was only around 11:3o) so I just made myself a turkey and cheese sandwich. I guess I should interject that I did have a meal bar before the gym, as well as a substantial amount of water, so I wasn't working out on an empty stomach. I tried to do relatively well today in terms of food. But it's hard because my mom doesn't seem to want to help me in the "eating less" department. If I say "sure, I'll have a small salad" she loads it up with cheese and croutons and buttermilk ranch dressing. After a nap today, my stomach was absolutely growling -- and after I realized I wasn't going to be satisfied with water, I had a cup of vegetarian chili...which my mom put a large amount of sharp cheddar on. Tonight, for dinner, mom decided we were having burgers. //sigh// I'm watching my portions on what I eat, but Mom's vice is cheese -- so it seems that anything we eat MUST have a large smattering of cheese attached. She says that I shouldn't "stop eating" just because I'm trying to lose weight. Very ironic, coming from the woman who's breakfast AND lunch combined consists of an apple and an orange. Yeah, Mom. Who stopped eating? You're 55 years old, shorter than me and you weight 135lbs.
Either way, I digress. Today was kinda bad on the "what I ate" scale, but I've only had water and milk to drink, and I didn't have any sweets today.
And like I said, I did manage to go BACK to the Y today for a second run. Well, not a run. Jenna -- who was iffy if she would be able to make it or not cuz she was a bit sick feeling -- and I made it to one of the classes. FINALLY! We had Renee for the Hip Hop Hustle class. Let me tell you, this woman is insane and intense. But she's also absolutely fabulous and has more spunk and personality. She could easily pass for a suburban housewife with her short bob and nice demeanor, but she struts into the room with a shirt she's cut up to "funkify" and literal high tops from the 80s. It was amazing. For the next 55 minutes I justified the fact that yes, I am white and even more, yes, that means I can NOT dance. My limbs are awkward and lanky. And maybe it's just me being very much too awkward of my own body, but I felt slightly uncomfortable doing things like the hip thrusts and the body rolls. At least, for the first 30 minutes or so I was self conscious. After that I just really didn't care and just tried to do my best. This woman, not really beat the snot out of me, but she definitely gave me one helluva cardio work out. At the end, Jenna couldn't breathe and I felt like an absolute cripple because my knee hurt so much (and yeah, I was wearing the brace), but it was TOTALLY worth it. I think Jenna and I are going to try and make more of her classes.
Anyway, I think that's a good days worth of posting. Thanks, blogger-verse. :)
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