I met with Mike tonight for the first time in about a week. I much prefer our twice weekly sessions, but my schedule has been a little crazy. Parent Teacher Conferences put demands on my time. I have had meetings that have started at 7:00 this week and then you finish your day at 8:00 in the evening. This is on top of doctorate work. I'm not complaining. I LOVE meeting with parents. It is a great part of my job...making those connections. I understand that the more I know about a family's background helps me better educate a student. So in addition to me not meeting with Mike, I haven't been to the gym this whole week. Now I feel really bad about this. As I was driving home tonight I realized I'm in the same situation next week. I'm starting the week with a 7:30 morning conference on Monday where I will be dressed in some 50's attire as we are starting Red Ribbon Week. Monday's theme is Drug Free Days are Happy Days. Gotta find a poodle skirt. Tuesday morning it's an early meeting followed by conferences until 8:00 that night. Wednesday I have class until 9:00 p.m. Thursday morning meetings with more meetings after school until 8:00. Now at that point our staff is going to McCoy's down in Westport to hear the Women of Cherry Bomb perform at Boobs Rock! Okay, but I can't go the whole week without working out. So I realized I'm going to have to get up EARLY which I do NOT do well and go to the gym before I go to work. Not only for my own personal workout, but also for Team Topping.
Our district insurance provider has started this eight week competition between buildings. You could voluntarily sign up to walk for your building. At the end of 8 weeks the building with the most miles will have a lunch catered to their building. We are Walking to Wellness. Truthfully, I will be running some of that. I'm not giving myself an option. So next week could wear me out, but I'm impressed with myself that I'm setting morning workout goals.
Along the same line, let's discuss my new diet. Thursday I sent Mike a text and said I don't think I can do this during these two weeks of conferences. He was so understanding and agreed I could start the first of November. The diet is all protein with VERY limited carbs. It made me feel a little funky when I first started it. I needed some carbohydrate energy. Now, don't think I'm blowing the whole eating thing just because I'm not going on THE diet. I'm still eating healthy, but with more than protein.
Tonight's workout was good. There were also several funny parts. I was going to do squats with the weighted bar on my back. Mike said, "I'll hold this on my back you move the racks down." I said, "I don't know how." Thank Goodness a couple of gym guys saw the predicament and got the rack where it needed to be and even more goodness that Mike took the 90 pounds off the bar and put on less weight. So the command was (Mom, I apologize...I know you don't like this word, but I'm being real here) ass to your toes. Get your ass to your toes. That's how low I was supposed to squat. I couldn't squat quite that low, but it gave me a goal. We also did a new thing for triceps. I stopped in the middle and said, "This is a good one. I can really feel it. I like to tell you when we do good things as well as the bad." This led us into a conversation about attitude and people who are glass half full versus people who are glass half empty. I'm not sure I will ever share all of that conversation, but Mike is a counselor in many ways. He made me aware of some things that I needed to be made aware of and I heard him. But it hurt...it made my heart hurt a little cause it wasn't exactly what I wanted to hear. And now, I'll ponder on it for several days I'm sure. That's just what I do.
Mike wore flip flops to the gym tonight. I had on my workout shoes. It's obvious who does the work in these sessions. So after I had been standing on my head doing pike pushups, Mike said, "On your back. You have crunches to do." I had my legs resting on the weight bench and Mike sat at the other end playing with his toes. Those of you that know me well...know exactly where this is going. Mike starts talking about how his toes are after his show because of the spray on tan and the oils and stuff. I said, "I don't like feet. I'm not looking." He then moved his foot closer to me. I moved away. Now at this point I had already done 50 crunches and there were 50 more to go. Mike lost count because he was thinking of just how close he could put his foot to me without me freaking out and I couldn't even start counting because I had to make sure the foot stayed out of my personal space. I ended up laughing so hard. We had to start the 50 crunches over. For all I know I did 150 crunches. This is normal behavior. Whenever people find out I don't like feet they feel compelled to rub their feet on me. I have been chased in a school hallway numerous times. I was held in a swimming pool so my friend who is missing a toenail (I'm gagging just thinking about this one) could rub that toe all over me. In high school I was held outside of choir thinking I was going to be late to class only to walk in and find everyone, including the director, barefoot. I really should not have told Mike about my issue with feet, but his were right there...really too close for comfort.
I had a full moon day. A kindergartner who was practicing his cowboy spitting. He was coughing things up to spit on people if you get my drift. Then a first grader who threw his pineapple all over me because he was mad at me. And lots of other stuff. I frantically finished an assignment that was due to MU tonight when I got home from work. I can't tell you how good it felt to go to the gym and workout with my trainer. I always feel good after those workouts. It was just what I needed. It's a beautiful, sometimes painful, usually fun stress relief!
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