So. 4 days from my last workout to the one last night. It's a new record of laziness. It was like the universe didn't want me to go to the gym though. Really. Once I finally got to the YWCA, it was paaaaaacked in the parking lot. Then I ended up accidentally dumping my entire gym bag in the floor and I thought I lost my heart rate monitor and then my water spilled, but I told myself I was already there. suck. it. up. So once I got in the actual gym, it wasn't too busy but there was an old lady I kind of wanted to kick in the face. Begin rant. First of all, a turtle neck and velvet pants do not a gym outfit make. That's not even functional attire. Nor do scrubs for that matter. Second of all, she was in the most inappropriate places to be doing her exercises. There are mats at the YWCA for ab stuff and stretching, utilize them, for the love of God. Then she kept leaving her stuff to get water. GET A WATER BOTTLE. They have them for LITERALLY 1 dollar, 4 quarters, 10 dimes. A ton of nickels (I'm bad at math) at Wal-Mart. In a wide array of colors for you to choose from. Whatever. on top that wonderful encounter, I was out of the way in the appropriate area doing my goblet squats and KB swings, she kept trying to walk in front of me. DO YOU SEE WHAT I'M DOING?! DO YOU WANT TO GET HIT? because next time I may not alter my swinging to accommodate your being a dumbass. I know you have exercises to do, but please be mindful of other people. Then this other guy KEPT staring at me in the mirror (I can see you, bro. I have these things called eyes, or ojos, for the Spanish speakers among us) while he was doing his bicep curls, which I was unaware were a whole body exercise. I feel like if you can't have some control over the weight, you might want to take it down a pound or 80. No one cares that you have these huge dumbbells, also you look like an ass clown with that backwards hat, too. And while I'm on this rant, I feel like if you're running on a treadmill so fast that you have to hold on, and by hold on I mean white knuckle it, you should turn the speed down a bit. I know, what a blow to your ego that you can't run at a 150 mile an hour pace on a 18 incline for hours on end, but really. obviously I'm the boss of the gym. If everyone just did what I told them, there would be no need for red lights or this blog post. /end rant.
Maybe it's cause this has been an off week for me, but I'm extra rude/snarky/mean.
So, a lot can change in the course of a week.
While I loved crossfit, it's not for me right now. I participated in 6 sessions, and directly after that first session until 3 days after I decided I wasn't going back, my knees hurt. and by hurt I don't mean it was a muscle ache, it was more of a joint ache and every single time I did any kind of squat or lunge, I could feel them screaming at me. I think I got excited about what exactly I could do, and wanted to run with it...but my body isn't quite ready for all of that and the high impact that came with it. I will also admit I got a little scared. Maybe I'm spoiled but when I'm going to be hurling a weighted bar towards my face, I like to have some supervision. Someone to be like oh hellllllllll nah, that's not how you do it! Also, I'd like to feel like I know what I'm doing and be able to ask questions. While the coaches encouraged questions, it was limited in general and by the fact that there were generally 12-18 people in the classes. Some people/me don't like to feel like we're holding everyone back or taking up too much time. There were all skill levels and while I excelled at some things, I sucked too much for others. I'm looking at you, snatches. Maybe later down the road, or maybe not. It was a good try though. I give myself an A for effort and I'm trying to not berate myself too much. I'm really OCD sometimes and I like to make lists, get them done and move on. That's my life and I don't like chaos or when things get interrupted.
Not a ton going on here lately though, really. Work, work and more work. Darin is out of town for the week, so as usual while the cats away the mice will play. and by play I mean work out. I fell off the wagon which is most likely on the other side of the continent by now but I got a good start on catching it again last night haha. My legs are killing me. I don't love this whole delayed onset muscle soreness. it's for the birds. I woke up happy because my legs just felt a little tight, and if it keeps this up, I'm going to perform a hamstring/quad-ectomy by days end because obviously who needs legs? also there was a man at the gym last night in jeans. Also not appropriate gym attire. anywho. That's what happening in the world of Vanessa. Lots of bitching and snark, as usual. Check back in at the most random time of the day and week for the next update, which will likely be as uniformative and useless as this one.
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Maybe it's cause this has been an off week for me, but I'm extra rude/snarky/mean.
So, a lot can change in the course of a week.
While I loved crossfit, it's not for me right now. I participated in 6 sessions, and directly after that first session until 3 days after I decided I wasn't going back, my knees hurt. and by hurt I don't mean it was a muscle ache, it was more of a joint ache and every single time I did any kind of squat or lunge, I could feel them screaming at me. I think I got excited about what exactly I could do, and wanted to run with it...but my body isn't quite ready for all of that and the high impact that came with it. I will also admit I got a little scared. Maybe I'm spoiled but when I'm going to be hurling a weighted bar towards my face, I like to have some supervision. Someone to be like oh hellllllllll nah, that's not how you do it! Also, I'd like to feel like I know what I'm doing and be able to ask questions. While the coaches encouraged questions, it was limited in general and by the fact that there were generally 12-18 people in the classes. Some people/me don't like to feel like we're holding everyone back or taking up too much time. There were all skill levels and while I excelled at some things, I sucked too much for others. I'm looking at you, snatches. Maybe later down the road, or maybe not. It was a good try though. I give myself an A for effort and I'm trying to not berate myself too much. I'm really OCD sometimes and I like to make lists, get them done and move on. That's my life and I don't like chaos or when things get interrupted.
Not a ton going on here lately though, really. Work, work and more work. Darin is out of town for the week, so as usual while the cats away the mice will play. and by play I mean work out. I fell off the wagon which is most likely on the other side of the continent by now but I got a good start on catching it again last night haha. My legs are killing me. I don't love this whole delayed onset muscle soreness. it's for the birds. I woke up happy because my legs just felt a little tight, and if it keeps this up, I'm going to perform a hamstring/quad-ectomy by days end because obviously who needs legs? also there was a man at the gym last night in jeans. Also not appropriate gym attire. anywho. That's what happening in the world of Vanessa. Lots of bitching and snark, as usual. Check back in at the most random time of the day and week for the next update, which will likely be as uniformative and useless as this one.
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