Since I was sick and missed a couple of sessions my incredible trainer offered to make the sessions up. Saturday was strength training because I was worried about my lungs, Sunday was cardio, Monday was strength, and Tuesday was cardio again. Please do not be deceived...even when we do strength there is cardio involved. I start out running in some fashion to warm up. Today I have been so sore I could barely move. The cure? Go for a run and work it out. Whoever thought I would EVER consider doing that? NOT I!!!
Let me talk about an after shock of being on steroids for two weeks...
I was on straight Prednisone, a ZPac (as the first antibiotic), a steroid inhaler, and a few other things...I gained 6 pounds and I wasn't eating. Last Friday morning I start going to the bathroom like every 20 minutes. This continues throughout the day. I don't have time to go to the bathroom that many times in a day. If I could have bought some Depends I think I would have tried it. By Saturday morning I was down 4 pounds. Steroids continued to exit my body through Saturday evening. It became downright annoying, but there aren't many choices except to go with it...literally! It is a celebration that I have lost all of that weight and a couple more!
My first workout I was terrified. I felt sick to my stomach. It was like I was going to meet Mike for the first time. That feeling didn't last long. Within minutes I was running sprints again. Relief flooded through me when my lungs didn't burn and the chest pain I had experienced at our last workout didn't return. Should that ever happen again I will let Trainer know and cease immediately!
My second strength workout this week, Mike labelled a prison workout. We did the types of things prisoners do in the yard. It's how they can get so buff while serving time and works well for people who have limited time. Those squat presses...OUCH! I did get frustrated during the workout. The form on my pushups wasn't right and I was corrected. PLEASE know...the reason I pay Mike is to push me AND to teach me the right way to do things. However, it is hard for me to accept when I'm not doing it right sometimes. Especially, when it involves an exercise such as push ups where I have had to do so many. I was mad at myself.
I'm kind of in a funk right now with working out because it's been a year...
It's been a year of hard work. I've accomplished more than I ever imagined and I'm addicted. I LOVE being in the gym. I am so proud of the results. Yet, there's a long way to go and I know that. There is a lot more hard work ahead of me. Actually the work before me is harder than anything I've done so far. So now I'm starting to feel scared. I'm a counselor and I'm not sure I understand where this is coming from. Part of me suspects it's the number on the scale. Still, in my mind success is not measured by how many sprints I run, how much weight I lift, the fact that my lunges are deeper, or the fact that I can do so much that I never thought possible before. For me, success is still tied to the number on the scale.
Once again, I would like to publically thank my Trainer for pushing me and not giving up on me. A HUGE thank you for putting up with me for four days in a row and not quitting. It was really awesome to have that opportunity. A great way to get back on track.
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