Well, the body butter is almost gone, the towel has been used on numerous occasions (though moreso when I had long hair to wrap up in it) and I’ve just learned how to use the tubing.
In a moment of jest she said, “You’re such a He-Girl now, with all this gym stuff!”
And besides… that would be “He-grrrrrl” to anyone who cares (dares?) to address me as such.
Since I had a feeling I’d be banned again from running, I asked Chris, my trainer, for a plan that would involve six days of weight training. His first reaction was, “Wow… OK… We can do that.”
Last session I learned some new exercises to add to my basic repertoire and today I got my training log e-mailed to me. The program looks like this:
- Day One – exercises involving pushing (a.k.a. “Push program”)
- Day Two – exercises involving pulling (a.k.a. “Pull program”)
- Day Three – core
- Take a day off
After a rest day, I start the cycle over again. (I won't post details, since you know... he gets paid to design programs and all... Though I am happy to give referrals.)
I headed to the gym immediately after printing off my new program, asked a few questions and went at ’er.
The workout is shorter and more intense than I was doing before. And since I did the “Push program” today, I’ve really only done about a third of the program.
OH MY GOD!
I love it! It’s short, intense, challenging – and fun! (Some might say… kinda like me!)
I had such a blast today with the different exercises, I just can’t wait to try the Pull program tomorrow!
Tomorrow I have the appointment with the sports med specialist and we’ll see what he says… But I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he tells me not to think about running again for a while. In the meantime, I have something new to play with… And not only does it not make my injury worse…I can actually do it! And I am having fun!
In a gym!
(Good grief, what IS the world coming to??)
I think we might be on to something here...!
God, I hope I don’t go getting all hairy and road-ragey now with all these weights… I am a relatively hairless creature, as far as body hair goes and I’d be most upset to start sprouting them now!
Sorry… make that… Gggrrrrr—LLL!
Now someone bring me a Gatorade with a parasol in it!