Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Hi mom!

I'm sure you're the only one reading my blog. Who knows, maybe no one is reading. That's fine actually, because this is not the exciting part of my trip to San Francisco. This is the part where I train and try to figure out my bicycle and complain about the weather here in Blacksburg.
So today I went to my first Body Pump class at the gym. I decided to start doing this because most of my workouts are cardio and I need some strength training as well. I don't mind lifting weights or working out on machines but I tend to get more bored with that than I do with running, cycling, swimming, etc. Plus if I'm not sweating I don't feel like I'm actually working. According to the website, Body Pump is: "the original barbell class that strengthens your entire body. This 60-minute workout challenges all your major muscle groups by using the best weight-room exercises like squats, presses, lifts and curls. Great music, awesome instructors and your choice of weight inspire you to get the results you came for – and fast!" As with most of the classes at the gym, it was dominated by rail thin sorority girls, country club moms wearing too much makeup and jewelery, and old men trying not to look out of place amongst them. My friend Jen went with me but we got there late so we had to be at the front of the class. I hope that no one was looking at me for direction because I hardly had an idea what I was doing most of the time.
It was nice to work out, however, and I enjoyed myself. I didn't get sweaty but my muscles were shaking and tired and I get the feeling tomorrow I am going to be very sore. I hate it when my arms get sore from working out because it makes the beer mugs at work hard to pick up. That sounds stupid but a full 25oz mug of beer weighs about 3lbs so lifting 100 of them (as I might do tomorrow, college football national championship day) can be taxing on sore arms. It is kind of nice to know that I get some sort of workout while I work. I usually find myself dancing while I mix drinks, which is a source of amusement to the regulars who have figured out that I am a horrible dancer.
Anyways, I have decided on a workout schedule that goes like this:
  • Monday: 1 hour spinning (cycling) class
  • Tuesday: Light run on treadmill. I am on my feet for 8 hours at work every Tuesday night, so if I skip working out this day, I won't beat myself up about it.
  • Wednesday: 1 hour Body Pump (strength training) class.
  • Thursday: Day off, or light run, or (fingers crossed) I get to go for a swim! (Lifeguard friends at the rec center can get me in for free.)
  • Friday: 1 hour Power Yoga class. This is probably my favorite class. Hard but relaxing.
  • Saturday: Running on treadmill.
  • Sunday: Off! I work for 8 hours on my feet so I'll still be doing something.
Writing it all out like this makes my plan look pretty ambitious, but I have done it for an entire week before so I'm confident in myself. And I'm on Wednesday of this week so that's halfway there.
Ugh, I'm sort of disgusting myself right now. I don't want to be one of those self-righteous workout girls that thinks they are better than other people because they are able to run and lift and cycle or whatever. I'm just so HAPPY that instead of mindlessly working out to be "thin" (as I've been doing for years now), I actually have a real tangible GOAL to work towards. I'm getting in shape for a reason! Thank god.
So now that I'm motivated to workout, now I just need to motivate myself to go to work and make some money so that I don't come back from San Francisco a poor hippie with an expensive bike. Which is what I am now. My bike costs more than my car. More than my car and my computer combined. More than my boyfriends car, my car, and my computer combined. And my bike only cost $800.


  1. looking forward to following your blog!

  2. Hi! I'm a friend of Mason & Leanna's. Looking forward to following your blog. :) Are you biking with biketheusforms?