Some weeks go well, and some weeks I only lose 'point-something' of a pound, but in the end as long as it is going down I don't really care. My new trainer (nickname TBD) and I are on to a regular schedule of two times per week (Tues/Thurs), and she has promised to check my progress at our session every Thursday. Unfortunately, I don't think this week is going to see a big drop as I have been distracted by so many other things in life that I only made it to the gym 4 times last week...and, in fact, I should be at the gym right now.
Our workouts so far have been pretty tough, and she has a very interesting life! Roxy is training for a natural fitness competition (different than body building) which takes place in just over a week. She is eventually going to have to receive 4 coats of 'body paint' that will make her slightly orange - but with a purpose. Apparently the lighting they use for the shows is so bright that it will wash out white skin, so these layers of spray tan help show off the competitors' muscle definition...there had to be a reason. She is also the proud owner of a Savannah monitor (read: funky lizard) that she has to feed weird frozen things - but he sounds pretty fun.
She has me doing the same types of sessions that The Enforcer did - free weights with interval/cardio in between - but she always mixes it up and is adding new stuff...like last night's box jumps...in MAN LAND. For those who don't know what a box jump is, picture this - there is a platform similar to the ones they make elephants balance on at the circus, that is about 18" off the ground. You stand in front of it, crouch down and then with both feet jump onto the top....then you step back off (because I can't jump backwards) and do it 9 more times. Now, I know I am making it sound easy - I mean how hard could it be to jump onto something that is only 18" high? But having an irrational fear of doing backwards things is eclipsed only by my fear of jumping onto things that could potentially hit me in the shins if I don't jump high enough resulting in nasty looking scars (trust me - Paul had them).
So for about a minute before I could force myself to do the first one, I would just stand there crouching down and standing up again because I couldn't bring myself to trust that I would make it to the platform - Roxy knew I could do it - but my brain just wouldn't help my legs jump. Once that first one is out of the way it is 'easy' - but it is getting that first one done and trusting that I won't smoke my shins that I have to stop thinking and just do it. She was a very good sport, and didn't let me get out of them - and by the third set it was going pretty well...but I was glad when they were finished :) My butt is pretty sore today!
As I mentioned before, I track everything. I use a genius (and free) online program called Map My Run. So even though it is March 30 and I still have one more workout tomorrow until March is over...here is my monthly summary:
- Days containing a workout: 21 (am including tomorrow since I have training)
- Average time per workout: 1 hour 20 minutes
- Total time spent at the gym: 28 hours (really???)
- Most fun workout: TRX in Tracy's foyer with 2 x 1.6k run in between sets (she is trying to kill me...lol)
- Total calories burned: 10,432
- Weight = -2.5%
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