Got in an awesome workout last night. My shins and thighs are killing me, but in a good way. I know my muscles are alive!
There was a male instructor (very unusual for this gym) teaching a class called “Moving like Bruce Lee”. It consisted of an hour’s worth of kicking, jabbing, punching, and moving to the beat. I didn’t take the class, but kept up with the pace on the treadmill. The music helped me to keep up a higher pace than normal. I did a minute or two of running, too. In all, a great calorie burn and good aerobic workout.
I also did some weight work on the machines and using hand weights. By then, I was done and decided to skip the yoga class. Maybe next week, I’ll stay for it.
Weight: 188
On the way home today, I thought about going to the gym, something I haven’t done in quite a while. When I got to the spot where I’d need to turn left towards the gym or go straight towards home, I found myself making the turn. “Yeah, right,” I thought. “Who am I kidding?”
A few doors down from the gym is a great little Chinese restaurant that serves steamed chicken and vegetables, with sauce on the side instead of mixed in. It’s a great choice for dieters, and I get it fairly often. The veggies are still crisp and full of color, making them a much healthier choice than stir-fry. I feel good about this choice, and I figured that if I got to the gym and couldn’t get my body to go inside, at least I’d be able to pick up some healthy food for dinner.
I drove into the parking lot that services both the gym and the restaurant, parked, grabbed the book on the seat next to me, got my treadmill sneakers from the trunk of the car, and found myself walking towards the gym door. I checked in, changed into my sneakers, got onto the treadmill, and opened the book. As the belt started turning, my feet started moving, and they didn’t stop until an hour later! The time flew by, because I was lost in my reading. That was a nice surprise. I hope I do it again, soon.