Well, not really, but you know me - I'll have to find something else to do. There's a small, yet time sensitive project I'm working on; that'll occupy me for a short while. I need something physical to do.
I'll go to the gym.
I unofficially decided two weeks leading up to the NYC Marathon that I would spend the winter months lifting. Don't sweat, all three of you. I've been down this road twice before. Years ago I worked with a trainer who focused on building up my chicken legs. He designed a killer program of leg presses, squats, Romanian deadlifts (my fav) and other exercises. Every third workout the weight increased. Although I got stronger and continued to handle the additional weight, I failed to put on any extra muscle. Even he was shocked at my inability to 'bulk up'. I'm not looking to pack on 50 lbs. of muscle; however, I'm looking to use the time to create more efficiencies in preparation for next year's races.
Yesterday was day 1.
|Studio prepped for 'special' yoga class|
The gym was empty except for a creeper guy watching my every move. I set up shop on a bench closest to the windows. And then, something amazing happened. I had no clue what to do. I had no plan. I scoped out a set of dumbbells and got to work. Alas, my trainer walked over, excited that I started to reintroduce strength training to supplement my running. The first words out of my mouth, "I don't know what I'm doing. I do plan on picking up these things and then putting them down." He laughed and told me that I was on the right track. After a few sets of chest presses, squats/press, lunges, single arm rows and, of course, Romanian deadlifts, I wiped off the bench and hit the locker room to get ready for my class. I absolutely reaped the benefits of demonstrating most of the yoga poses to the group. Little did I know that, although the weight was low enough, I'd be sore the following morning.
Tomorrow, should be another gym day. I might pick up more things and put them down again. Oh, it's going to be a long winter.