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llcoolvadSome weeks I am more together than other weeks. I let this last week basically get away from me, and I don't even know how. The week of the fourth was nice and relaxing. I worked Thu-Sat as usual, and it was not surprisingly very quiet at work. Saturday night, P and I were supposed to see a movie, but when we got to the theater it was so sold out that there were exclamation points in the sign telling us it was COMPLETELY SOLD OUT!! Ok, FINE. We went and got some dinner, then since we needed to go back to Cambridge to get my car anyway, we decided to take a walk around Memorial Drive and cross over the BU Bridge to Storrow Drive and the parkway along there. Was a nice walk, very buggy on the Cambridge side, less so on the Boston side. About 4.5 miles. I'll admit that I was pretty sore at the end. Yay!
Sunday I started the day with an orientation session at the Y gym. My trainer was pocket-sized, 20, and adorbz. About halfway through my session, as we gossiped about music and where he liked to work out, he got this huge grin on his face and said "So I've gotten myself into a little trouble lately..." and told me that he'd started seeing two different girls, and how he was afraid they'd figure out about each other thanks to facebook because one of them was always posting pictures and he figured he'd get tagged in them. As I was lifting heavy things I first commented that one was hard enough and what was he thinking? and then reminded him that you could turn off the tagging option in facebook. He said he'd thought of that, but if he turned off tagging it would be even more obvious! He said he really needed to choose one, he knew he did, and he really needed to do it soon.
Oh, the problems of the beautifully sculpted 20-year-old.
We then bonded over the fact that his dad, also a trainer, was only four years older than I ("you look great for your age!" he chirped). So he continued to pummel me with heavy things, and by the end of the (super long) session I was battered and sore; I thanked him and as I walked away I said "take care of that problem SOON!" and he burst out laughing and swore he would. I so want to friend him on facebook to see the fallout! I suppose that would be inappropriate. Sigh!
Anyway, that pretty much did me in physically for the rest of my weekend. I was practically inert for the rest of Sunday. I managed to go out and do a little shopping, but mostly I sat around doing very little that involved my arms, back, chest, or abs. Coughing, sneezing, laughing? OW. And again on Monday I was pretty lazy. I did go out for my walk Monday night, but I was pretty slow. Everything creaked and groaned. I didn't even do the dishes.
Tuesday I started to feel a little better, and I just had lingering arm soreness. Chest was better by then, back was fine (we did chest, arms, back, and abs in my marathon session). Abs were still a little jumpy, but not painful. Of course I had to use my arms all day, as one does, so it wasn't much of a comfort that the rest of me felt better. Stupid arms. How does brushing my hair hurt? FEH! I managed to walk that night, too, a little faster this time. I saw Mary Ellen at her job at the library (I broke my walk into 2 parts and stopped at the library in the middle. Needed more audio books! My addiction, she is strong), which was nice. And I did the dishes.
Wednesday was my WFH day, so I didn't have to wash my hair (because—arms!). I managed to get my laundry done by throwing the hampers down the stairs, then sort of sadly dragging them across the basement floor to the washer. Pathetic! Went out for Thai for lunch to make myself feel better. Worked! At the end of the day I took my walk and ended up at my old apartment, visiting Patrick. Turns out it's only 2.92 miles from door to door, so that's convenient. He nicely drove me home, so I wouldn't have to stress my sore self out by making it 5.84 miles round trip.
Thursday I was still arm-wise pretty sore, but mostly the day seemed normal enough until after dinner, when I just totally put myself to bed for a nap. No walk, no television, no internet. Just nap. I woke up around 11:30, watched a couple episodes of Mad Men, and went back to bed. Had fitful dreams, very classic anxiety (for me) — I've left my caged pets for a week without feeding them in a hot attic, and suddenly now I've remembered them, that kind of thing. Usually when I dream that kind of dream I'm sick. And there was the napping thing! I don't nap. I suck at it.
But today I felt ok. Finally the arms felt pretty much healed up. I had some energy. I had to lead an orientation/training session at work, I had to sit through a firm meeting, I had some work, and I still felt ok all day. So tonight I went in for the "women and weights" training class, and lifted more heavy things. It's a freeweights class, so no fancy machines for us. Just some dumbbells, barbells, and benches. Woot! Was pretty fun. Meets 2x per week, on Mondays and Fridays, so I guess I'll keep going. After the class I got on the stationary bike and OW! I could only do five minutes at resistance 9. I have no idea what that means. I could only do two minutes on the elliptical (who says that's low impact? damn, that hurt) and then I walked home. Still, I feel pretty good about the whole thing. Yay, YMCA! I like you.
And now some sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll use the stationary bike at work. Supposed to be too hot to go for my walk.
Sunday I started the day with an orientation session at the Y gym. My trainer was pocket-sized, 20, and adorbz. About halfway through my session, as we gossiped about music and where he liked to work out, he got this huge grin on his face and said "So I've gotten myself into a little trouble lately..." and told me that he'd started seeing two different girls, and how he was afraid they'd figure out about each other thanks to facebook because one of them was always posting pictures and he figured he'd get tagged in them. As I was lifting heavy things I first commented that one was hard enough and what was he thinking? and then reminded him that you could turn off the tagging option in facebook. He said he'd thought of that, but if he turned off tagging it would be even more obvious! He said he really needed to choose one, he knew he did, and he really needed to do it soon.
Oh, the problems of the beautifully sculpted 20-year-old.
We then bonded over the fact that his dad, also a trainer, was only four years older than I ("you look great for your age!" he chirped). So he continued to pummel me with heavy things, and by the end of the (super long) session I was battered and sore; I thanked him and as I walked away I said "take care of that problem SOON!" and he burst out laughing and swore he would. I so want to friend him on facebook to see the fallout! I suppose that would be inappropriate. Sigh!
Anyway, that pretty much did me in physically for the rest of my weekend. I was practically inert for the rest of Sunday. I managed to go out and do a little shopping, but mostly I sat around doing very little that involved my arms, back, chest, or abs. Coughing, sneezing, laughing? OW. And again on Monday I was pretty lazy. I did go out for my walk Monday night, but I was pretty slow. Everything creaked and groaned. I didn't even do the dishes.
Tuesday I started to feel a little better, and I just had lingering arm soreness. Chest was better by then, back was fine (we did chest, arms, back, and abs in my marathon session). Abs were still a little jumpy, but not painful. Of course I had to use my arms all day, as one does, so it wasn't much of a comfort that the rest of me felt better. Stupid arms. How does brushing my hair hurt? FEH! I managed to walk that night, too, a little faster this time. I saw Mary Ellen at her job at the library (I broke my walk into 2 parts and stopped at the library in the middle. Needed more audio books! My addiction, she is strong), which was nice. And I did the dishes.
Wednesday was my WFH day, so I didn't have to wash my hair (because—arms!). I managed to get my laundry done by throwing the hampers down the stairs, then sort of sadly dragging them across the basement floor to the washer. Pathetic! Went out for Thai for lunch to make myself feel better. Worked! At the end of the day I took my walk and ended up at my old apartment, visiting Patrick. Turns out it's only 2.92 miles from door to door, so that's convenient. He nicely drove me home, so I wouldn't have to stress my sore self out by making it 5.84 miles round trip.
Thursday I was still arm-wise pretty sore, but mostly the day seemed normal enough until after dinner, when I just totally put myself to bed for a nap. No walk, no television, no internet. Just nap. I woke up around 11:30, watched a couple episodes of Mad Men, and went back to bed. Had fitful dreams, very classic anxiety (for me) — I've left my caged pets for a week without feeding them in a hot attic, and suddenly now I've remembered them, that kind of thing. Usually when I dream that kind of dream I'm sick. And there was the napping thing! I don't nap. I suck at it.
But today I felt ok. Finally the arms felt pretty much healed up. I had some energy. I had to lead an orientation/training session at work, I had to sit through a firm meeting, I had some work, and I still felt ok all day. So tonight I went in for the "women and weights" training class, and lifted more heavy things. It's a freeweights class, so no fancy machines for us. Just some dumbbells, barbells, and benches. Woot! Was pretty fun. Meets 2x per week, on Mondays and Fridays, so I guess I'll keep going. After the class I got on the stationary bike and OW! I could only do five minutes at resistance 9. I have no idea what that means. I could only do two minutes on the elliptical (who says that's low impact? damn, that hurt) and then I walked home. Still, I feel pretty good about the whole thing. Yay, YMCA! I like you.
And now some sleep. Maybe tomorrow I'll use the stationary bike at work. Supposed to be too hot to go for my walk.
