If I thought the week before was bad, this week was not much better.
I skipped the gym on Sunday.
I skipped the gym on Monday.
I skipped the gym on Tuesday.
Thank God Pete came back fro his holiday. I had a session with him on Wednesday. I began with a warmup on the treadmill:
- Walk x 1 min
- Run x 400 m
- Walk x 1 min
- Run x 400 m
I managed to do that in 8:48 – which is slower than usual, but at least I did it. And after almost two weeks of doing next to nothing, it was hard.
I did some stretches and he told me the session would be easy. He talked me through the circuit:
- Combined deadlift/shoulder press
- Low row
- Combined squat/upright row
- Pushups
- Mountain climbers x 30 s
- Double crunch x 30 s
- Cross-trainer x 4 min (30 seconds easy, 30 seconds sprint)
After the cross-trainer I would have a short break. In the first set, I did 12 reps of each exercise. In the second set, I did 10 reps of each exercise. In the third set, I did 8 reps of each exercise. And in the fourth set, I did 6 sets of each exercise (without the cross-trainer). It wasn’t easy, but it could have been much worse. I did some stretches after that and went home.
I really felt the pain in my hamstrings the next day. And the day after that.
I did nothing for the rest of the week. On Saturday afternoon, I dragged my fat ass to a Hatha yoga class, which is really what I needed. I hadn’t done yoga in what seemed like ages.
So there. A very bad week indeed.
Total distance covered this week? A big fat zero.
Low point of the week? Only managing to motivate myself to go to yoga once, and to the gym – not at all.
High point of the week? Pete’s return!
Weight loss? None. I have to admit it’s quite disheartening to see 77/78 kg again, especially after I thought I’d managed to get down to 75 kg. Pete said it should make me more determined, but it’s had quite the opposite effect. And the Libra weight-tracking app still can’t give me an expected date for hitting my goal weight of 65 kg (which seems a long way away).
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