The Monkey Bar Gym has been closed during the week because of Summerfest, which means all my krav and boxing classes have been cancelled. My muay thai instructor and I talked about doing some outdoor exercises in its place; but it was nearly 100 degrees with full sun and incredibly high humidity these past 3 days, so that was out. In fact, I went for a walk on my lunch break on Friday afternoon and felt sick for the rest of the day from the heat.
I was hoping then to get some hiking, running, or rocking climbing in on Saturday or Sunday, and to make it to a krav or hot yoga class on Sunday; but none of these things worked out. The heat prevented me from being able to do any outdoor activities, and no one was able to go rock climbing with me. Saturday I went up to Baraboo with Jennifer Koss to do some hiking and swimming at Pewit's Nest, but because it was so hot, we didn't end up doing a lot of the former. But I got home so late and was so exhausted from the heat (also, my shoulders really hurt for some reason. Maybe from climbing up the waterfall?), I felt like needed to let myself sleep in on Sunday. Which meant I missed krav.
Again, Sunday was too hot to do any activity outside. I was all set to go walk around Lake Geneva's lake trail, but it was 100 degrees down there - even hotter than up here. I thought about going to hot yoga at 5:00, but I ended up going to Cedarburg with my parents and missed the opportunity.
So needless to say, by the time Sunday night rolled around I was feeling really antsy for not exercising. I'm afraid that if I don't work my upper body at least once every few days I'll lose it, and that's where I was at. And I had been eating like a bull all weekend (I ate an entire 14" pizza on my own on Saturday after having eaten a giant meatball and potato wrap and Norwegian pancake for lunch. That's not even addressing Friday).
So despite that fact that it was 11:30pm and I was tired as sin, I went on a run, followed up by about 15 minutes of strength training in my pole room (I'm going to start calling it that now). I had a goal of running 2 miles / 20 minutes - 0.25m / 3:30 minutes more than last time - but it wasn't looking good at the start. I could only run 1.2m / 14 minutes before feeling like I was going to die; then I only ran for 4:30 minutes before sputtering out. I often stopped for 10 second breaks, as well.
I gained traction during my third interval (I no longer felt like I was dying) and was able to run 2.12m / 21:10 minutes non-stop. It's possible I might have been able to keep going (my chest didn't hurt or anything), but I was tired and didn't want to. I had met my 2 mile goal, and that's all I wanted that night.
I was hoping then to get some hiking, running, or rocking climbing in on Saturday or Sunday, and to make it to a krav or hot yoga class on Sunday; but none of these things worked out. The heat prevented me from being able to do any outdoor activities, and no one was able to go rock climbing with me. Saturday I went up to Baraboo with Jennifer Koss to do some hiking and swimming at Pewit's Nest, but because it was so hot, we didn't end up doing a lot of the former. But I got home so late and was so exhausted from the heat (also, my shoulders really hurt for some reason. Maybe from climbing up the waterfall?), I felt like needed to let myself sleep in on Sunday. Which meant I missed krav.
Again, Sunday was too hot to do any activity outside. I was all set to go walk around Lake Geneva's lake trail, but it was 100 degrees down there - even hotter than up here. I thought about going to hot yoga at 5:00, but I ended up going to Cedarburg with my parents and missed the opportunity.
So needless to say, by the time Sunday night rolled around I was feeling really antsy for not exercising. I'm afraid that if I don't work my upper body at least once every few days I'll lose it, and that's where I was at. And I had been eating like a bull all weekend (I ate an entire 14" pizza on my own on Saturday after having eaten a giant meatball and potato wrap and Norwegian pancake for lunch. That's not even addressing Friday).
So despite that fact that it was 11:30pm and I was tired as sin, I went on a run, followed up by about 15 minutes of strength training in my pole room (I'm going to start calling it that now). I had a goal of running 2 miles / 20 minutes - 0.25m / 3:30 minutes more than last time - but it wasn't looking good at the start. I could only run 1.2m / 14 minutes before feeling like I was going to die; then I only ran for 4:30 minutes before sputtering out. I often stopped for 10 second breaks, as well.
I gained traction during my third interval (I no longer felt like I was dying) and was able to run 2.12m / 21:10 minutes non-stop. It's possible I might have been able to keep going (my chest didn't hurt or anything), but I was tired and didn't want to. I had met my 2 mile goal, and that's all I wanted that night.
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