No, this is not a post about the movie with Denzell Washington. It is, however, a quick post about my recent exercise activities. Since transferring to a new gym, I’ve fallen in love with a couple of classes; notably, contact kickboxing. Sadly, contact kickboxing is not taught on Thursday evenings so I was forced encouraged to take Old School Cardio. First and foremost, I will say that I had a blast. With that said, the class was even stranger than Forza! The instructor is like a slightly taller, salt-and-pepper haired, Radio City rockette Richard Simmons. He pulled his shorts up to designate the lead leg for each move.
We pranced, danced, clapped, cat called, sacheted and my stomach hurt from laughing so hard. I don’t know if I’d rely on Old School Cardio as my sole source of exercise but this girl’s gotta get her groove on once in a while (and in a much safer environment than Zumba!)! It also helped that I took the class my coworker and I affectionately call “the vomit class” earlier that day, so we were both pretty tired already 😉
On Friday, I took The Boxer’s Workout, which was also kind of a mediocre workout. When we were circled around the instructor punching at him (no, I didn’t hit him in the face, though I came terribly close), we did a lot of standing/bouncing around. I think I prefer the kickboxing format b/c everyone works at her own pace. But, to each her own, eh?
In some way, I think it was probably good to have the light workout day since Saturday was a training day. I started the morning with the juice I’d made the night before and it really perked me up! While I woke up a bit more, I filled my Fuel Belt bottles, found a few GUs I’d had floating around the apartment and plotted my route. Out the door I jogged, knocking the rust off a bit, shaking out my limbs, and breathing in the last of the cool air. Sadly, I realized my iPod was dead when I tried to turn it on at the end of the block. Drat! 2 hours alone in my own head? Perish the thought!
I soldiered on, careening around couples out for their morning coffee and newspaper, mothers with their children in strollers, and a few other late-starting runners, like myself. Safely in Central Park, I set my mind to autopilot. Twice around the park, crossing at the 97th St. Traverse and then a cooldown job back to my apartment. That would get me through 12 miles, moderate hill work, and plenty of people watching.
Somehow, I still manage to get lost in Central Park. When I crossed 90th St., I checked my watch, figuring about 4 minutes until the Traverse. 4 minutes became 5, which became 6, and then 7, 8 and 9. Finally, I found my turning point. A bit confused, but still feeling fresh, I ambled on over to the West Side and continued my run. After 60 minutes, I had my first GU – TriBerry. BLECH. No matter how many attempts I’ve made to befriend this flavor, we just don’t get along. My experience certainly wasn’t encouraged by the fact that I can’t remember the last time an artificial sugar coarsed through my blood stream. I’ll save you the gorey details, but let’s just say I’m in the market for a new, natural energy shot (Zingers and Powergels are out too, sadly!!). Suggestions?
As I ventured back into familiar territory on the East Side, I began staring imploringly at my watch. “Why must you pass so slowly, Time?” Circuit 2 passed much the same as the first, though my legs began to feel much more tired and I was increasingly thirsty. GU #2 was consumed at 1:40 – Chocolate Outrage. This flavor, which I had saved for second intentionally, is wonderful. Though I still felt a little wonky from the fake sugars, I heart me some Chocolate Outrage. CO is only topped by Chocolate Mint. Holy minty brownie goodness! My friend and I actually bought these for each other as our Christmas gift a few years ago b/c we both love them so much and they’re only available “in season” – think they might be offered year-round in Alaska? If so, I’ll consider a move!
When I finally got back to the apartment, I was a salty, sweaty mess. I was out of water, out of GU, and out of energy. My watch and I were in a stand off and I was craving my last slice of tofu pizza. As I noshed on my “feta” and a nectarine, I re-plotted my route with the satellite feature on Gmap Pedometer. Somehow, 12 miles had become 13.5 and, while that meant I could forgive my watch (except for the nasty tan line), it meant I’d run 13.5 freaking miles!! I know I should be excited about that, but I have to run 13 in two weeks. It’s not like I won’t get to run (oh frabjous day!) 13+ miles again. That said, I am very thankful for , relatively, positive run.
I did however use the extra mileage as an excuse to be a complete lump for the rest of the weekend. Our only excitement (aside from my beautiful juices!!) was a lovely dinner with some friends from Beantown at a little diner in Williamsburg. I have to say, I do love my ‘hood, but it was so fun to explore another area and we’ll definitely go back.
How do you energize during long runs or workouts?
…..The Huz headed to Chicago last night so it’s just lil old me for the next five days – who knows what I’ll be up to!! 😉
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