Resistance Training #4: A Mixed Bag
May. 20th, 2008 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
serindeDidn't go to the gym yesterday, due to unfortunate confluence of meetings. Also, partially avoidance behavior, and partially that my bad knee has been giving me merry hell, as bad as it's been since I first hurt it. But last night I had a heck of a time sleeping on account of twitchiness, so made myself go today.
I started with five minutes on the elliptical (rather than exercise bike), thinking it would be usefully stretchy as well as aerobic.
Modular shoulder press: 2 reps of 10 @ 3lbs
Lateral pull-down: 2 reps of 10 @ 37.5lbs
Lateral raise: 2 reps of 10 @ 2lbs
Fly: 1 rep of 10 @ 1lb, which I was shaking by the end of. (What?)
15 situps on an angle bench. (Now that I've seen someone use it, and know how it works.) I was prepared to be exceedingly ashamed of that feeble exhibition, since in junior high I was accustomed to do 50 every morning, but Steve commented this evening that he always found it far, far more difficult to do them on an angle bench than flat on the floor. That is my excuse and I am sticking to it.
Leg extension: 2 reps of 10 @ 2lbs
Assisted dip: 2 reps of 10 @ 115lbs
Assisted chin-up: 1 rep of 10 @ 115lbs.
I haven't made any advances weights-wise, and indeed, have gone backwards here and there. I don't know what's up with that.
Before the assisted dip/chin-up machine, I tried running for a bit. My initial intent was to add this in as a way of having sprint practice (since my running days are concentrating on duration), but also I wanted to see if my knee would support such activity. I was fine for almost five minutes, but then, upon picking up the pace, there was a palpable twist followed by a jet of pain, and I had to hit the stop button or risk becoming a slapstick routine. I don't know if this is just from the running action, or from the speed--I had turned it up to .5 mph faster than my usual fastest speed. I will proceed cautiously tomorrow.
Am still being a right coward about stepping on the scale. Most of my work blouses remain loose (to the point of not looking trim), so I haven't lost much ground, I don't think. Tomorrow I shall stop being an ostrich and just fucking deal with the fucking numbers.
I started with five minutes on the elliptical (rather than exercise bike), thinking it would be usefully stretchy as well as aerobic.
Modular shoulder press: 2 reps of 10 @ 3lbs
Lateral pull-down: 2 reps of 10 @ 37.5lbs
Lateral raise: 2 reps of 10 @ 2lbs
Fly: 1 rep of 10 @ 1lb, which I was shaking by the end of. (What?)
15 situps on an angle bench. (Now that I've seen someone use it, and know how it works.) I was prepared to be exceedingly ashamed of that feeble exhibition, since in junior high I was accustomed to do 50 every morning, but Steve commented this evening that he always found it far, far more difficult to do them on an angle bench than flat on the floor. That is my excuse and I am sticking to it.
Leg extension: 2 reps of 10 @ 2lbs
Assisted dip: 2 reps of 10 @ 115lbs
Assisted chin-up: 1 rep of 10 @ 115lbs.
I haven't made any advances weights-wise, and indeed, have gone backwards here and there. I don't know what's up with that.
Before the assisted dip/chin-up machine, I tried running for a bit. My initial intent was to add this in as a way of having sprint practice (since my running days are concentrating on duration), but also I wanted to see if my knee would support such activity. I was fine for almost five minutes, but then, upon picking up the pace, there was a palpable twist followed by a jet of pain, and I had to hit the stop button or risk becoming a slapstick routine. I don't know if this is just from the running action, or from the speed--I had turned it up to .5 mph faster than my usual fastest speed. I will proceed cautiously tomorrow.
Am still being a right coward about stepping on the scale. Most of my work blouses remain loose (to the point of not looking trim), so I haven't lost much ground, I don't think. Tomorrow I shall stop being an ostrich and just fucking deal with the fucking numbers.
