Mike and I met for the first time last night in a week and a half. Mike had been preparing for his show and then recovering from his show. I am happy to say he took first runner up. I am very proud of him. I had every intention of continuiing on with my workout even though Mike wasn't there. I made it to the gym two times and did a 5k in that time. I should have done way more.
I have had a very frustrating last couple of weeks. My laptop which is my link to the doctorate program has come down with a nasty virus. At several points this has put me behind in homework and deadlines are quickly approaching. So there have been at least two times I could have chosen to go to the gym, but opted to work on homework instead.
When Mike I met last night I was worn out. It had been a physically and emotionally draining day at work. I didn't take time to drink a protein shake first. Not my best plan. Everything we did was really hard. We started with some nasty leg presses that didn't just get my legs, but my butt too. Then Mike decided it was time to do a new excercise called a one arm dead lift. I tried. I tried again. I got snippy with Mike. He got snippy right back and told me I was overanalyzing it and that there was no reason I couldn't do the exercise. Finally, I just gave up and told him we had to do something else. He must have been as frustrated with the exercise as I was because he let me stop. The next thing we did was chest presses where he kept adding weights to the bar. It's like when you're going to get a shot or have blood drawn and you don't want to see the size of the needle??? Yep...that's how I felt...I just didn't want to look and see how much weight was on there.
For the last 10 minutes Mike said we were going to be on the treadmill. I knew this didn't mean walking. So I immediately started feeling sick to my stomach. He set the clock for 6 minutes and let me walk the first minute and then we went into a slow jog. I made it a minute and then I hit the button down and said, "I can't do this. Why can't I do this? I feel like I"m going to puke. I feel like I'm going to fall. I used to be able to do this and now I can't what is the deal?" Mike just gave me this look. It wasn't a pleasant look. It almost felt like a look of disappointment. UGH. He said, "You just have to get past the part where you feel like you are going to throw up. YOu have to move past that and then you'll be fine." So I increased the speed and thought "It's not an option. You have to do this. Mike is not looking very pleased with you. You have run in the past. This is no different. Mike knows you can do it. You can't let him or yourself down." I ran for 2 minutes. So tomorrow the goal is 2 minutes and 30 seconds. I can't let this running overcome me. I have to be able to conquer it. I want to be a runner I think. Actually, I know that I do. I want to run. It is a mind over matter thing. I have to keep remembering that. But let me tell you...I don't want to see that look on Mike's face again. It didn't make me feel good at all. And between the look and the pain of running at one point I thought I was going to cry. That would have been a memorable workout for sure. :(
So I came home last night feeling like a loser because I couldn't run the whole 5 minutes and because I quit on the one armed dead lift. Yes, a loser. I hate it when I don't do what I set out to do. It's a problem for me. Well, obviously something in the workout worked because tonight...my legs, my butt, and my arms are all so sore, I can hardly move. It's a good pain. I'm ready to get back into the swing of things and hit it hard again. When I meet with Mike on Sunday we're going to change my diet. I have a feeling it's going to be challenging, but I'm ready for that. I need it.
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