As promised, here's a post regarding working out. I started this morning off with 12 minutes on the treadmill, followed by a similar amount of time on the weight machines to work the upper body (I'd have preferred a rower, but we don't have one; boo, management, very boo), then a stretch on the stationary bike (why, when I have a mobile one? Because I can't listen to Finntroll while dodging SUVs, that's why, and besides, the real one is upright. The stationary job is recumbent) and topped off with another 20 minutes on the treadmill. This left me sweaty, having elevated my heartrate nicely, but not tired out. It also left me (on the treadmill's "forest walk" programme, peaking at 4mph and 2 degrees of incline; next week I'll bump the incline a bit, then when that gets easy, the speed) with a lovely floaty endorphin high that has finally gotten through to me what's so appealing about a 17th century punishment device.
And the good part is, the fitness centre is open from 6am. When I get a job, I can still go work out before work.
Sticking with weekly workouts for the moment. In time, I'll move to twice a week, then three times, but for now, weekly is good.
I don't get that "lovely floaty endorphin high" after a workout, which is probably why I detest them so.
ReplyDeleteI did meet a friend at the gym yesterday and tried the 'forest walk' but quit, since from the looks of it it seemed more like 'scaling a mountain'