Kickbox Killer! (Reference)

We kick boxed for the first time during training today. I loved it. LOVED it. I think I just like to hit things. And from the following pictures, I think I might be good at it....

Is there Working Out Anonymous?

I think I might have a problem. An addiction if you will. So we are in the middle of the snowpocalypse, blizzard, average snowfall for an Iowan February, whatever you want to call it. Schools are closing, people are driving like they were taught by Mr. Magoo, and stores are running out of eggs and milk (because clearly thats all we need to survive the 12 hours we might be stuck inside).

But my phone rang moments ago. Unknown local number. I screen my calls (because I'm deaf and have a hard enough time understanding the people I know and love that call me) but Tim decides that he'll answer it for me. Well, it turns out it was one of my instructors at the rec center (mind you, NOT my personal trainer) calling to let me know that her class was cancelled for tomorrow morning and she just wanted to let me know personally so I wouldn't risk my life coming in thinking I would be able to work my nonexistant (yet still somehow sore) triceps.

Now, it might not seem like its a big deal. But this woman isn't a friend of mine. We don't hang out. We've never hung out. I didn't even know she knew my name, let alone had my phone number to call me at home to let me know that I dont need to come in that early. This is a sign that I might be there a little too much. Instructors know i am there every possible second I can be, and will be there no matter what.

Case in point the fact that I was at the gym three different times today. In the morning for pilates and some biking, in the afternoon for more biking, and then this evening for bootcamp class. Those are Tuesdays and Thursdays. Mondays and Wednesdays are worse though. Upper body class, yoga class, biking, and abs class. Fridays are personal training and biking.

The sad part is that I would be there even more if I didn't have both a treadmill and elliptical in my house....

Null and Void.

I worked out hard this morning with my trainer. Like killer hard.

And then I get to work, and there on the desk are Carolyn's RIDIDCULOUSLY amazing cinnamon rolls that we get about twice a year.

Irrestible. Completely.

Ugh. There goes the gym session. I suck.

Can I get a muscle in the hizzy?

Could it be any more gloomy and dreary today? My body is totally channeling the weather and cannot seem to be anymore bored or blah than it is now. But that's still a step up from my body last Friday.

As I said last post, I just started working with a personal trainer. The goal was to figure out why my current diet and workout routines were not doing anything helpful, if not in fact hindering my body. With a side plus of learning some new stuff to work on my arms and legs. A daily plan perhaps. It hasn't quite worked out like that though. At all.

The first session was testing, to see where I was at. With Carissa's classes, I more than outshone all of the tests with the exception of pushups which was totally expected. The second session was really just her watching me do a ridiculous and probably unhealthy amount of weight lifting. My blood pressure went so low at the end that my hearing went out for a few seconds (like when you yawn) and I thought I was going to puke. All of this is fine and dandy, except that doing this once a week for the 6 (maybe 12) weeks that I can afford isn't going to affect much.

Which is annoying. I need a plan! A schedule! Tell me what to do every day and I will do it. Don't just try to kill me in the weight room once a week and think that's going to change anything really.

She's also led me to believe that I have a ridiculously slow metabolism. Great. Thanks. That helps me a TON.

We shall see. Hopefully it morphs into a crazy awesome good thing. At least I like her. She's super nice and all, just not too into personalities. Its a, "I tell you to do this many and then I watch you do them" type relationship. Army 101.