Sunday, September 9, 2012

Cool Runnings

It was not a good exercise week.  Sunday we were out of town enjoying the day with my daughter and her boyfriend and my sister's family in Austin.  We had a great day, but that means no Zumba.  Monday was a holiday which we spent with our dear friends which means no 30 in 30 (or circuit training as it's now called.)

Tuesday, I went to kickboxing.  With Stephanie.  I don't really like her classes, but if I want kickboxing, this is my option.  So I went.

I was disappointed that we didn't have the bags to kick and punch, but I'll give it a couple of wees before I say anything.  We started out, and she was a little better than normal.  She actually gave a little instruction and gave us clues as to what was coming up next.  It wasn't too bad.  We started with punches and then moved on to some combinations.  Things were going well and then all of a sudden out of nowhere she says, "This is as basic as it gets, people.  I can't make it any easier than this."  And I was all 'what the hell?'  No one was complaining. No one said anything, and I didn't see anyone pooping out or giving up, so I have no idea why she felt the need to say something like that.  She is hard core.  I know that, but I thought the comment was unnecessary.  She went on to say that this wasn't advanced kickboxing and if she made it too hard people would complain.   I don't know what difference that makes because I know people complain about her all the time, but it doesn't seem to matter.  She still has a million classes.

Anyway.  She added in planks and sit ups at the end, and she was quite encouraging, telling us to get back up if we dropped down during the plank.  She picked on someone and told us that she would only pick on us if she knew us.  It will remain to be seen if we ever have this type of relationship.  I still just don't understand her.

Saturday, I ran.  Kelly was out of town, but we have new members to our group, so I still had Paula and Lisa to run with.  Paula is more my speed, but I've never actually run with Lisa because she is faster.  I wasn't sure what to expect, but I was up and out the door at 5:30 to find out. 

The entire group was starting at the same time.  We were all to run  for 90 minutes so we would return back at the same time regardless of what our pace was.  That was a kind of neat idea.  The three of us took off last.  It was humid and there was no breeze.  None!  It was a good run at a decent pace, and we just got to know each other a little bit.  After 45 minutes, we turned around to head back; and it wasn't until that that we had a breeze.  It was nice! 

We all did make it back around the same time, just in time for core work. (yuck!)  I actually would have rather ran another couple of miles than do core work, but that's probably the problem and reason why I still struggle with planks. 

We have a cool front coming in.  This morning, it was 80 degrees and we had our front door open for a little while this morning.  This week, it's supposed to be 65 in the mornings, and it would be perfect to get out and run in the nice cool weather.   Cool runs.  That's what I miss. 

I hope to get some in this week.

Sunday, September 2, 2012

100 Minutes of Relief

Well, almost 100 minutes.

The first week of school is over.  While my little one and my oldest had a great first week of 3rd grade and 4th year of college, the administrative side of public school was nuts. It was a very stressful week.  Combine that with not enough sleep and not enough exercise, it made for a very irritable me.   I could feel knots in my upper back, and my head hurt.  I just wanted to lay on the couch and close my eyes.

To be honest, all I wanted was to relax and have my husband make me a drink, but I was supposed to get up in the morning for our group run.  We were scheduled to run for 100 minutes starting at 6 am.  And I didn't want to run.  I called Kelly to make sure she was going to be there, and she was; but she was as excited about it as I was.  Somehow, we decided to go ahead and run tonight instead.

She got to my house at 7:30, and it was still very hot.  Hot and muggy.  As I walked outside to meet her, and almost immediately, I started spewing the stress of the week.  I was in such a bad mood, and as I was talking, I knew at that point that this run is exactly what I needed.  I needed this girl time with Kelly on a long run.

As we took off, I kept talking.  Running and talking and with every step I was getting more and more sweaty.  And it was if every drop of sweat was releasing tension and the toxic attitude was dissipating.  Then it was Kelly's turn.  We spent the first hour releasing all the negative from the week.

When we got back to my house, we were at 90 minutes; and we went ahead and stopped.  It was a great run, and it was exactly what I needed.

I don't know why it still surprises me that when exercise is the last thing I want to do, I feel the best after I do it anyway.