Sore Legs

by Heidi on December 16, 2009

My legs are getting a beating. Fortunately, it’s not from upping my mileage too quickly.

Yesterday, I quite literally got the crap kicked out of me by a trainer. It seems, at LA Fitness, that you may not always have the same trainer at your sessions. This…does not please me. But the trainer I worked with, worked me pretty hard in my 25 minute session. He got right to work, and gave me 2 short rests. I felt really sore afterwards, and definitely got a quality workout in despite what felt like a super short session.

I did:

2 sets jumping jacks with 5lb medicine ball
2 sets squats with 5lb medicine ball
2 sets of sprints across gym
2 sets of running up/down stairs
2 sets of knee raises on bench
2 sets of push ups
2 sets chair dips
2 sets crunches
2 sets knee to ab crunches
followed by the following ab workout: leg lifts,  slow crunches, side crunches, and a couple other ones i forget.

I did about 10-15 reps of each workout. Except the sprints/ stairs.

I was…quite sore.

Yesterday was a good day food wise, oatmeal (horridly cooked), banana post workout, a small salad and a few ravioli’s with a pal for lunch and 1/2 a slice of chocolate cake, followed by whole wheat pasta with sausage and vegetables. Today? not so much.

Big sister and I went into Manhattan to be on the today show (and we totally were! Proof will be over at the main blog later): i had a diet pepsi, and an egg and cheese sandwhich on an english muffin at 6am when we got on the train. At 8:30 i had a squagle and OJ from Cosi, followed by lunch at noon with dad at TGI Fridays (i had chicken fingers, i ate like 3/4 of the plate, i was APPALLED by the freakin’ calorie counts. Thank you NYC for making the calories mandatory on the menus), and now we’re ordering chinese for dinner. I’ll keep my indulgence to a minimum.

I do feel good however, that I mapped out where we walked on Google Maps Pedometer, and we walked just under 4 miles, not including the 9 stories of Macy’s we walked around. Holy walking BATMAN!

Tomorrow, not sure I’ll make it to the gym, I do hope to, but I dunno. If not, I’ll go Friday for a short run. I’m holding off on building up my mileage til I can put new sneaks in my budget. The ones that are still okayish (need to be replaced by Febish once I start putting mileage on) are missing a shoe. Sometime in the move, I lost one. I can’t find it anywhere. #&#(*&!!!! It’s okay, because the former pup that we gave away (pup #2 didn’t get along with pup #1) ate the tongue on one of the shoes. But the sneaks I’m using? Are old. And they hurt. I can feel it in my shins. I especially felt it yesterday.

So all in all, I’ve done okay. The scale at the gym yesterday said 149. I hate weight fluctuations. I hate them. I hate them. I hate not having a scale I can count on, and I hate using the wiifit as a scale. I’ll stick with the gym one. I’ll use it once/week. I will not weigh myself again until next week. I will not let myself be obsessed with a number because ultimately, it’s about how good I feel about myself – not my weight, and definitely not necessarily the size of my jeans (though the size 10 cords I bought at the JCrew outlet, are already a bit loose. Though they were loose when I bought them, they’re just kind of looser. Go me.).

Not about a number. Not about a number. Ever feel the need to keep repeating that to yourself??

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