After my ‘rest day’ on Saturday (rest day that included a 3 mile run) I took an actual rest day on Sunday. As Sunday progressed into Monday, I found myself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of depression. I said to Bradley that he needs to remind me to get physical when I complain of the blues and I haven’t worked out because on Monday evening I went to cycle and weights boot camp and felt instantly better. Working out is such a great release of depression and anxiety for me. Sheesh. The endorphins start flowing and my brain seems to click in and I smile. Working out is my favorite, I’m telling you. Keeps me solid and happy in more ways than one.
On Tuesday I had my meeting with Jessica, the personal trainer who is also my body pump instructor. We started out with a lot of chit chat about my history. Essentially is was a patient intake sheet, past injuries, health history etc. We did a BMI anaylsis which put me at 37.1 body fat. Not digging that but I’m also ok since I know I’m working at it. After that, we hit the floor. I was all excited to get on the equipment and do some big moves… but instead we did just a few simple things. She was focused on my injuries and places I need to strengthen, so that’s where we worked. She had me practice a big one legged step, up and down off a platform. Then we did a row on the row machine, I practiced squats and she showed me how to do a push-up on a bar. That’s it. After the session she let me know she was interested in continuing to train, but the cost is prohibitive for me at this point. But boy, she knew what she was doing becasue it was like a slow release of muscles complaining all the rest of the day. I came home and almost went for a run, I felt so fine, but the gradual release meant that two hours post training session my butt was suddenly like HELLO! Then about two hours after that my armpits were like WE ARE HERE, TOO! Then right before bedtime my ribs said DONT FORGET ABOUT US! Who knew you could make your ribs sore?? Where there’s a muscle group there’s a way, I suppose. 😂
Today I woke up feeling better than yesterday so Gigi and I headed out to do a long run of seven to eight miles. We planned on taking our longest 4-5 mile route then adding a three mile trail loop from St. Ed’s to it, too. There was construction right before the park, though, which threw Gigi for a loop then literally threw her on the ground when she tripped over a rock and hit her knee on a sprinkler. There was blood, tears, and a long walk home. We were all sad since we didn’t get our long run, but then we remembered that we still hit over three miles. There’s no shame in that. Besides, my butt started singing like REMEMBER WHAT YOU DID YESTERDAY! Yeah, my booty was telling me to stop, anyhow, so it was for the best.
I’m glad to be still hitting the workouts like a gym rat. TONIGHT IS NEIL DIAMOND WITH MY MOM! I’m pretty excited.