There is a [Skinny] Pot of Gold at the End of the [sweaty] Rainbow…
After a hectic afternoon at work (re: trading error. it sucked. wasn’t my fault. lots of $$ lost. got blamed. scared to go to work tomorrow. not the point of this post) I headed to the gym to pound it out with the trainer.
So yea… holy hell, I’ll let my email to Rob explain the workout, even though he called me, “melodramatic,” which pshh please, he’s just an angry, little leprechaun today…
It’s true too. For those technical people out there, who actually know/care about gym stuff, this is what went down in the last 20 minutes:
- Row 500 meters on one of those rowing gadgets, but I was
encouragedtold I had to keep the big number on the dial under 210 (I think it’s energy you create? Not sure exactly. I know, I’m so gym savvy)
- 21 Burpees (I linked it, because, I too, was all like what the bollocks is “burpee?” And then I gasped and remembered my grade 5 self hating them too)
- Sprint 400 meters on the treadmill. The treadmill was at 8.7. FYI That’s f*cking fast for me. Like you guys, deadly fast.
- DIE (as in I couldn’t talk, as in I was showed where the bucket was I could puke in, as in massive workout cramps in my stomach)
I had actually planned to meet up with friends for a green beer post gym, but was way too exhausted/sweaty to go. Exhibit A:
Eww, sorry about that (hehe I’m so not really sorry, suckas). After a much needed shower, I made a DELICIOUS healthy dinner comprised of turkey, tomatoe, and a delicious array of roasted, healthy veggies… nom, nom. nom!
I should mention running is completely different than working out in the gym. I think I’d prefer to run 20k than do the workout I did tonight, however, as much as I love the accomplishment feeling of running, I always feel exhausted after a long run, whereas right now? right now, after the gym? I feel stronger.
But today’s real lucky charm? me knee didn’t hurt *fist-pump*high-kick*eeeeek*!!! I didn’t run far, but baby steps folks, baby steps… 26.2 miles to be run in May.
I’ve been foam rolling my thigh like a mad woman these days, and sadly I still feel knots. UGH. The below photo is crap quality, and really does not do my IT Band bruise any justice, but ta-da! It’s like I’m hardcore or something..
And Boom! I’m now watching American Idol, and you are officially caught up on my pretty lame St. Patty’s day.
Here’s to hoping you all get lucky tonight, because I’m certainly not.. well, just with my TiVo.