It seems like I just can't get myself to exercise on the weekends. I make grandiose plans to do boxing and hit the gym and then *bam* real life interferes. After getting a grand total of 6 hours of sleep Saturday morning so that we could get up and traipse around Brooklyn looking at apartments, there was no way my body was letting me get up in time for boxing. Now mind you, normal people wouldn't have a problem getting up for a 12:30 class, but being the night dweller that I am, that's early.
I got myself back into the swing of things today (Monday was spent looking at more tiny overpriced apartments), and man do I hurt from it.
I did the half hour on the treadmill, with my body complaining the whole way. Then I did Day one of week six in the Hundred push up challenge. Ow. Just. Ow. I'm in the lowest bracket this time, and I barely made that last couple of push ups in the max set. I foresee redoing this week in my future. I did a wussy strength set, just the crunches I usually do, stretched and then tried to hit the treadmill again. My body was having none of that thank you very much. So I spent the next 25 minutes alternately walking and then jogging for a couple minutes, walking again for like 10 minutes, trying to run for a couple minutes, repeat.
And yet I feel like I ran a half marathon at this point..
-Meg
1 comment:
Ha, yeah I get those days on the treadmill too! It sounds like you've been working really hard with your shifts, I'm not surprised the body wasn't exactly co-operating. I always do what you do with the walk/jog thing when it feels hard - it's still a good workout, don't forget!
I can only imagine the torture that would be looking for an apartment in New York - I found it nearly impossible to get an affordable flat in Leeds and our rents are about a sixth of what they are round your way!
TA x
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