I am not a runner. But I do walk on the tread mill for some cardio and to warm up. It was truly a walk for a long time, but in the last year or so I tried to put in little jogs now and then. It was never a target to run. Nevertheless, my 1/2 hour on the treadmill is now around 1.5 mins of running for every 2 mins of walking: hitting a new distance record (30 mins is all I can take) tonight.
I just gradually added more time on the run. At first, just over 20 seconds was all I could do, and then needed a 3 minute rest.
So; it’s certainly not going to make me a marathoner, but I have a rhythm that I can maintain, and that feels good.
I’m on another business trip this week. I got into the gym yesterday, but now I won’t be back until Friday. That means three days out of my home gym.
And I have an event on Saturday with a girlfriend, that means no training with Jerimiah on Saturday either.
Of course there is a gym at the hotel; and Jerimiah mentioned the same. But…..
I hit the snooze button almost a dozen times this morning. I’m tired. Two of my last three workouts were really frustrating. And business travel is tiring.
So…. While I’m going to see how I feel, I decided I won’t go to the gym here unless I really feel like it.
Compassion (along with restraint, control and some others) is one of my themes for this year. Including compassion for myself.
I’m hoping this decision is a compassionate one and not a lazy one.
I don’t know how that warrants a full post, but it does. I have been like “I feel great. I love gym on Friday. Wow, I feel pumped. blah blah blah .” So…. either I am having a bit of a moment…. or there’s something to this Friday thing. It’s happened before, so I am going with the latter.
One of the nice things about training with Jerimiah has been the focus on form/strength. ‘Cause while I did join the gym to get actually FIT and not just LOOK fit, it would be easy to consider the aesthetic only. And it’s way more fun to focus on gains. So imperial. So simple. So objective. No judgement. Either IS, or ISN’T. It’s a beautiful thing.
Nevertheless…. allow me a little bit of pride here: I have quads! little baby muscles!