OH MY GOD. Not only was today extremely hard, after my first set of plank/side plank my mind yelled this at me: NO. STOP. NO MORE. Really, it was like, like it yelled that at me and there was no room to argue. I had to rest a minute, and I said fuck you, YES. It was a very very hard workout today, and I felt my spirit falter a lot. I was very nauseous at the end of it, and another thing I learned is that I have to wait and recover before I get in the shower. I smelled so bad, I went straight to the shower and was honestly afraid I was going to fall a number of times.
But I did this:
Warm Ups:
- arm swing/leg swing: 20x each limb
- spiderman lunges: 20
- arm raises: 20
ROUTINE:
- ↑deep squats: 3 sets of 20 (10 toe-touches, 10 regular deep)
- ↑modified push ups: 3 sets of 12
- ↑ plank: 3 sets, held for 17 seconds
- side plank: 3 sets, held for 20 seconds
- modified burpees: 3 sets of 6
- bicycle crunches: 30 (easier to do them faster, and form is even better, but i’m really breathless and exhausted after each set!)
- hip thrusts: 3 sets of 7 held to the count of 10
- leg raises: 3 sets of 15 on each leg
That loud no was shocking, and hard. It kind of pissed me off, and when I yelled back my fuck you yes I was mad. I kept flagging, wanting to take shortcuts or do the exercises in some half-ass way just to finish, but I talked out loud to myself and said no, don’t cheat yourself. You’re doing all this already, don’t cheat yourself. And I had to do the counting out loud, with ferocity to keep myself going.
To make the schedule work today, with Marc’s patients, I did my workout at 9:30 in his office, in order to get my shower and have the bathroom unhumidified and dried out in time. Unfortunately, at 8 I’d made some eggs with onion and fresh spinach — just 2 eggs, 1/2 T of butter, and a cup of green tea. I think having that food in my stomach so close to my workout didn’t help, and might partially explain my nausea.
But this is all very much an aerobic exercise for me. My heart rate gets very high and stays high and hard, and I pant and feel breathless.
I guess this is why it’s called a workout.