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exercise diary
Aug. 1st, 2008 10:58 amdid my first real trip to the gym last night.
proceeded to get lost on the way to the locker room and spend a lot of time rooting through the filing cabinet to find my little record sheet with the plan of stuff i'm supposed to do.
put on my headphones and mostly had a good time.
except for the bosu squats. they were murder. they are, of course, the thing that will really really strengthen the small muscles in my legs and help to stabilize my knees and ankles. *cries* (stand on extremely unstable curved surface. squat low, stand up, repeat. keep your back straight and eyes ahead. seems like it should be easy, but is completely not what your body wants to do when all signals say "we're falling!")
there's this twisty crunch thing where i sit with bent legs and keep my toes off the ground and hold a double-handled medicine ball (10lbs). turn torso and whack the floor on the left, whack the floor on the right, die floor die. it's my favorite. (and while i'm happily bouncing the ball i'm secretly practicing absorbing impact. woo.)
most denizens of the gym at eightish on a weeknight seem to be of the normal person obeying their doctor's orders variety, with the tiny woman doing a million dips and the dude with studs running down the middle of his scalp lifting freeweights thrown in for spice. i'm fine with this. i also love that one of the tvs in the cardio area is tuned to the History Channel. as requested, i am not wrecked today, but i still feel like i worked last night.
proceeded to get lost on the way to the locker room and spend a lot of time rooting through the filing cabinet to find my little record sheet with the plan of stuff i'm supposed to do.
put on my headphones and mostly had a good time.
except for the bosu squats. they were murder. they are, of course, the thing that will really really strengthen the small muscles in my legs and help to stabilize my knees and ankles. *cries* (stand on extremely unstable curved surface. squat low, stand up, repeat. keep your back straight and eyes ahead. seems like it should be easy, but is completely not what your body wants to do when all signals say "we're falling!")
there's this twisty crunch thing where i sit with bent legs and keep my toes off the ground and hold a double-handled medicine ball (10lbs). turn torso and whack the floor on the left, whack the floor on the right, die floor die. it's my favorite. (and while i'm happily bouncing the ball i'm secretly practicing absorbing impact. woo.)
most denizens of the gym at eightish on a weeknight seem to be of the normal person obeying their doctor's orders variety, with the tiny woman doing a million dips and the dude with studs running down the middle of his scalp lifting freeweights thrown in for spice. i'm fine with this. i also love that one of the tvs in the cardio area is tuned to the History Channel. as requested, i am not wrecked today, but i still feel like i worked last night.
