I have to wait a few minutes before I leave for Curves this morning, as they don't open until 6:15 am on Tuesdays and Thursdays. My only complaint about Curves is that the hours are so limited. It's not a real gym, but a storefront pocket of a place, so typically they close at lunch time, at around 7 pm in the evening, and at noon on Saturdays.
Here are my updates so far:
I did go to Curves last Friday.
Saturday: I was somewhere where they had a few flights of stairs, rather than just one, so went up and down 4 flights 11 times (I woulda stopped at 10 but I mis-counted). That makes 44 of the condo-equivalent. And I was still not hobbling the next day.
Amazing what you can do if you go slow enough.
Sunday I walked a lot but didn't measure it.
Monday, condo stairs X 30.
Today, Curves.
My t-shirt this morning shows a beautiful fish jumping out of the ocean with the motto in the title of this post.
It helps remind me of what the hell I'm doing at this ungodly hour.
Except, when I'm feeling joyous, I tend to bound more, not less. So maybe it should be "bounding joy approaching?" Well, I guess my name would have to be Joy for that to work.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
The story so far...
Whataweek, whataweek,whataweek!
I don't remember why, but somehow I was too busy to go to Curves or to climb stairs.
But that was last week.
This week I'm doing better:
Sunday: hiked the blue trail at Sleeping Giant (not the whole thing, just the steep bit at the beginning). Then I took the red trail and the violet trail back to my car.
I was concerned because my ankle was still bothering me. So I put two support braces on. Oddly enough, I was better on the up than on the flat. Well, my ankle was better, anyway.
But going up a mountain is a little different from going up the stairs. For one thing, you use your whole body and not just your legs. For another, you don't get to go back down after 13 steps. Well, not intentionally, anyway.
Tuesday: Curves. Yay!
Wednesday: Stairs. I only had 15 minutes free, so I only did 25 trips.
Tomorrow, I can't go to Curves because I have to get to work early and they don't open until 6. Then I have a function to go to after work, so instead I'm going to get up at 5 and walk around outside. Luckily, I live on the other side of Sleeping Giant, (the rumpled bedsheets) so the road goes uphill.
Friday I'll do Curves again.
My inspirational quote for today: "Those who do not find the time for exercise will have to find time for illness." ~The Earl of Derby
I don't remember why, but somehow I was too busy to go to Curves or to climb stairs.
But that was last week.
This week I'm doing better:
Sunday: hiked the blue trail at Sleeping Giant (not the whole thing, just the steep bit at the beginning). Then I took the red trail and the violet trail back to my car.
I was concerned because my ankle was still bothering me. So I put two support braces on. Oddly enough, I was better on the up than on the flat. Well, my ankle was better, anyway.
But going up a mountain is a little different from going up the stairs. For one thing, you use your whole body and not just your legs. For another, you don't get to go back down after 13 steps. Well, not intentionally, anyway.
Tuesday: Curves. Yay!
Wednesday: Stairs. I only had 15 minutes free, so I only did 25 trips.
Tomorrow, I can't go to Curves because I have to get to work early and they don't open until 6. Then I have a function to go to after work, so instead I'm going to get up at 5 and walk around outside. Luckily, I live on the other side of Sleeping Giant, (the rumpled bedsheets) so the road goes uphill.
Friday I'll do Curves again.
My inspirational quote for today: "Those who do not find the time for exercise will have to find time for illness." ~The Earl of Derby
Monday, June 12, 2006
Assault on Sleeping Giant #1: Giant=1, Me=0
Things did not go so well yesterday, as I attempted the blue trail at Sleeping Giant. Here are my future action items:
#1. Get more than 5.5 hours sleep the night before.
#2. Wear ankle brace when doing stairs so that I don't accidentally strain ankle, thus ruining myself for a real mountain.
#3. Go early enough so that a church group doesn't come along and "adopt" me. Sheesh!
I'm taking today off to recuperate, and hitting Curves tomorrow morning. I'll try the stairs again on Wednesday. Ever since I fell down the stairs in 1998, my right ankle has been wonky as hell.
I'm down but not out!
#1. Get more than 5.5 hours sleep the night before.
#2. Wear ankle brace when doing stairs so that I don't accidentally strain ankle, thus ruining myself for a real mountain.
#3. Go early enough so that a church group doesn't come along and "adopt" me. Sheesh!
I'm taking today off to recuperate, and hitting Curves tomorrow morning. I'll try the stairs again on Wednesday. Ever since I fell down the stairs in 1998, my right ankle has been wonky as hell.
I'm down but not out!
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Onward and upward
Hello to anyone who actually read Brian's email!
So far, so good on the exercise front. I went to Curves in the morning, and then did 30 flights of stairs when I came home from work.
Rosemary's cat, Georgia O'Keefe, could not figure out what I was doing -- once she woke up from her snooze on the couch, that is. At first, every time I went up the stairs, she started to follow me to see what was so exciting up there, and every time I went down she thought I was about to play with her, so she scampered towards her favorite toy, Chomodley, the well-chewed string. (That's pronounced "chumley;" she's very particular about that.)
Finally she just sat under the coffee table and looked on in amazement. People, huh! So inscrutable.
So far, so good on the exercise front. I went to Curves in the morning, and then did 30 flights of stairs when I came home from work.
Rosemary's cat, Georgia O'Keefe, could not figure out what I was doing -- once she woke up from her snooze on the couch, that is. At first, every time I went up the stairs, she started to follow me to see what was so exciting up there, and every time I went down she thought I was about to play with her, so she scampered towards her favorite toy, Chomodley, the well-chewed string. (That's pronounced "chumley;" she's very particular about that.)
Finally she just sat under the coffee table and looked on in amazement. People, huh! So inscrutable.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Monday, June 05, 2006
Moving up....and down....and up....and down....
Inspired by a recent visit to my friends the Model Executive and the Cockney Sparrow, I have started training for Mt. Washington a bit more seriously.
Yesterday I walked up and down the stairs. I wasn't sure how many I could do without being completely crippled the day after, so I decided to start with 25 round-trips of 12 stair steps. I didn't record the time, either.
Of course, I was doing laundry yesterday, so I could add at least another 10 trips, but they weren't all in one session, so I won't.
It wasn't that tough to do, although I did slow down somewhere around #10, and go to serious "escargot mode" around #18.
Today I don't feel too bad, except when I've been sitting a long while. And of course, in my job I have to sit a long while.
I'll try to walk around outside later, if it doesn't rain.
Tomorrow, Curves in the AM, and stairs in the PM.
Yesterday I walked up and down the stairs. I wasn't sure how many I could do without being completely crippled the day after, so I decided to start with 25 round-trips of 12 stair steps. I didn't record the time, either.
Of course, I was doing laundry yesterday, so I could add at least another 10 trips, but they weren't all in one session, so I won't.
It wasn't that tough to do, although I did slow down somewhere around #10, and go to serious "escargot mode" around #18.
Today I don't feel too bad, except when I've been sitting a long while. And of course, in my job I have to sit a long while.
I'll try to walk around outside later, if it doesn't rain.
Tomorrow, Curves in the AM, and stairs in the PM.
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