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Jogging #15 & #16: Playing Catch-Up
Mar. 10th, 2008 01:40 pmFriday I posted about Thursday's exertions. Today I'm posting about Friday's. This has a predictable continuity to it, so I'm going to just blorp everything together and get back on track.
So, Fri. I did, well, exactly the same as Thursday; both the running routine, and the weights. N.B.: I had the assisted dip machine set to 115#, not 155#. This makes more sense.
Didn't run over the weekend. Could have, but did not. Possibly should have.
Today, I upped the ante...actually further than it was meant to go. It is supposed to be 5/3/5/3/5, with the 5s being running and the 3s being walking. I got confused and added on an extra iteration, so it was, in total, 20 min. of running and 9 min. of walking. I did turn down the speed a bit, being not entirely devoid of good sense, and I weathered the change surprisingly well; it's becoming increasingly clear that as long as I'm moving at this general range of speed, I won't run out of wind--my woe comes in the shape of general body tiredness. Not pain, either during or after; just tiredness and a big whiny internal voice of can't-keep-going.
The next session--not next WEEK, mind you, but logical tomorrow--is supposed to be 8 min run, 5 min walk, 8 min run, you're done. I'm not sure about this but I will give it a go.
Finished with another 2 reps of 10 on the modified shoulder press, but could not do any dips because a) I was running out of lunch hour and b) one of the Zombie Weightlifters was bogarting the machine. That particular term of art refers to the (exclusively male) students who sort of drift around the weight room, not, to the best of the observer's ability to detect, engaged in any actual regimen, and suddenly decide to do a brief and unorganized flurry of effort on this or that machine, chosen apparently at random. Maybe they're trying to impress girls, but if so they're probably barking up the wrong tree, because most females do not venture into that side of the fitness room.
I broke open my heel boo-boo again. More bloody socks to wash, hurrah.
Up a half a pound. Bah.
So, Fri. I did, well, exactly the same as Thursday; both the running routine, and the weights. N.B.: I had the assisted dip machine set to 115#, not 155#. This makes more sense.
Didn't run over the weekend. Could have, but did not. Possibly should have.
Today, I upped the ante...actually further than it was meant to go. It is supposed to be 5/3/5/3/5, with the 5s being running and the 3s being walking. I got confused and added on an extra iteration, so it was, in total, 20 min. of running and 9 min. of walking. I did turn down the speed a bit, being not entirely devoid of good sense, and I weathered the change surprisingly well; it's becoming increasingly clear that as long as I'm moving at this general range of speed, I won't run out of wind--my woe comes in the shape of general body tiredness. Not pain, either during or after; just tiredness and a big whiny internal voice of can't-keep-going.
The next session--not next WEEK, mind you, but logical tomorrow--is supposed to be 8 min run, 5 min walk, 8 min run, you're done. I'm not sure about this but I will give it a go.
Finished with another 2 reps of 10 on the modified shoulder press, but could not do any dips because a) I was running out of lunch hour and b) one of the Zombie Weightlifters was bogarting the machine. That particular term of art refers to the (exclusively male) students who sort of drift around the weight room, not, to the best of the observer's ability to detect, engaged in any actual regimen, and suddenly decide to do a brief and unorganized flurry of effort on this or that machine, chosen apparently at random. Maybe they're trying to impress girls, but if so they're probably barking up the wrong tree, because most females do not venture into that side of the fitness room.
I broke open my heel boo-boo again. More bloody socks to wash, hurrah.
Up a half a pound. Bah.
