After a weekend mainly consisting of utter sloth and gluttony, Monday came with a handful of mild motivation to get back on the horse. The workout horse, I mean.
Monday: I attempted jogging in short bursts on the treadmill, but quickly gave up on that once I started huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf. Spent a nice 50 min on the treadmill, stretched, did two machines, stretched, did 100 or so crunches with legs in various poses, and went home feelin’ nice and refreshed.
Tuesday: I walked home from work, ate a Korean dinner at home with microwaved white rice and side dishes I bought along the way ($10 for four!), updated my workout playlist, jaw dropping at how behind I got on American music in the last few years, and hit the gym a couple of hours later.
I naively decided to try out a set program on the treadmill called “Interval”, which gradually builds you up to three separate bursts of running. I got to the 15min mark and found myself desperately trying to keep up with the 9.0 kmph set speed! It wouldn’t let me lower it under 9.0, so I had no choice but to stop the program and start all over with the manual setting. Well, I tried. Went back to my usual 50min of walk/jogging, did three machines this time (3 sets of 12 reps each!), stretched. My abdomen was sore from Monday so I didn’t do crunches or plank pose. I also tried the Butterfly machine for the first time! The one where you sit on the chair and gather both arms in the middle while holding padded weights to work out your chest. I had to take off all the weights, and even that was too heavy! Still, felt good 🙂
OWW, I just sneezed and it felt like someone punched me in the stomach and sides. But I’ll still take this soreness over the guilt that follows after missing a workout, any day! Bring it on.