No that I've gotten my act back together I'd like to keep it that way. In order to do so I have decided to add another weekly post obviously titled "Week in Workouts".
Saturday 6/18
7.1 miles - 12:30 pace
I already gave this run it's own post. I won't torture you with it again.
Sunday 6/19
Rest Day
Monday 6/20
60 min. strength cycle (spin class)
I love spin and aside from swimming, it's a really good workout because there's virtually no impact. I usually go to the RPM class, which consists of sprints and hills. It's very "go, go go!" but I thought that since it was raining out and I didn't have to go to work that I would check out the 11:30am strength cycle class instead. Phew! This one was heavy resistance (well, you control the resistance so I wasn't trying to murder my legs like the people around me) with a lot of out-of-the saddle climbs and jumps. Normally I think that jumps are fun - they're when you sit and ride for a few counts and then stand and ride for a few counts; so you're "jumping" in and out of the seat - but pregnant jumps are kind of uncomfortable. I figured that out pretty quickly when I plopped back down into the seat and felt my poor uterus bounce in my belly. I'm being over-dramatic but I definitely felt it and it wasn't comfortable. So to compensate for my not being able to plop back into the seat I had to anticipate her calls and overuse my quads to lower myself softly back into the seat. Result of that = burning quads, happy baby balloon. Aside from that minor setback I quite liked strength cycle. I'll probably go after summer school on Mondays now. Funny fact: the instructor is the mother of one of my students from this year.
Tuesday 6/21
45 min. kettlebell cardio
I haven't been to kettlebell in a few weeks because the instructor was on vacation. I got up at 5am and headed out, excited that she was back. That excitement faded when I realized that she wasn't doing stations like she normally does. Instead she did the "stations" as whole group. I hate that. I don't know why, but I do. Ugh. I was up, I was there, so I stayed and endured the group workout. It was fine, but I really hope that she changes the format back to what it used to be. Aside from the kettlebells themselves, I also like going to this class because there's another pregnant lady in there. She's 5 weeks ahead of me and tells me stuff I have to "look forward" to. This time she told me that she finally broke down and bought granny panties and loves them. She also told me a hilarious story about how she sneezed and accidentally peed all over herself. Now, I have read about that happening but hearing the actual person tell the tale was too funny. I remember when she was 18-19 weeks. That's when I first introduced myself to her. At that point she was very obviously pregnant so naturally I figured that I would look similar to that when I reached 18-19 weeks. Well, here I am and I don't look even half as pregnant as she did. The instructor even commented on how not pregnant I looked. Hey, as long as there's a healthy baby in there I guess I don't need to look pregnant, right?
Wednesday 6/22
Rest Day
Thursday 6/23
6.2 mile run - 12:15 pace
I have one word for this run A-MA-ZING! Let me make this clear to anyone who doesn't already know... I do not like running outside. I do it once a week on Saturdays because there are tons of people out on the trail and it's basically become my weekly ritual. I never throw on my running shoes, head out the front door, and run around my neighborhood. No thank you. My mom came down to have a mini-cation with me while I was off of work and before she went back to work from her recent back surgery. We rented an oceanfront hotel for two days and were beach bums. It was fantastic. Normally when I'm on vacation I don't even bother to take my running shoes or clothes because I never end up using them. I get caught up in the laziness of vacation while they sit rotting in my suitcase. Not this time. Oddly enough I woke myself up at 6am, jumped out of bed, got all of my gear on, and trotted my happy ass down to the boardwalk. The sun was rising over the ocean, it was hot but not excruciating, and I just felt good. I took off up the boardwalk passing other runners and early risers with their coffee. I was slow but I was in the zone. What was nice about running up and down the boardwalk was that there were water fountains at every other street so I didn't have to wear my grenade belt. One sad thing that I did notice was that the tourists do not oblige by the friendly runners of Virginia Beach's unspoken camaraderie. I could clearly tell which runners were local and which were tourists (or tourons as my friend ES calls them - tourons = tourist morons) because the locals made eye contact, waved, and said "hello" while the tourons completed their run stone faced and gave me a horrified look and/or pretended they didn't even see me when I'd trot by them smiling and waving. I did read an article in Runner's World a while back about how some runners do the smile/wave and some do not, but VB runners are happy and friendly dammit. Participate or go home! Anyway, I ran 6.1 miles that morning. Much more than I expected myself to do because of my hatred of running outside. I also noticed that I have come to terms with the fact that I now run a 12-12:15 minute mile and that acceptance really changed my attitude. I could have run further, but breakfast and the beach were calling my name.
Friday 6/24
Rest Day
Had and all day in-service for work and then had an afternoon beach date with my mom before she headed home.
All-in-all, it was a great week in working out! Next week I'm going bigger starting with, hopefully, a 10 mile run Saturday morning.
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