I’ve been told that working out is just another way to purge your inner demons. Time and time again this has been reaffirmed. No matter how things are going in my life- and lately they have been absolutely bonkers- working out has always been a good thing. It can be frustrating, but I’m always glad I did it.
This week has been painfully high on the stress scale. I’m not sure why, but I’ve been one to get myself really worked up over stuff. After a few weeks of trying to take a break from wedding plans over the holidays, I shifted into over drive. I really wanted to get a few things laid out so that I could relax a bit. Ya know, minor things like date, location, etc. So I banged my head against the wall looking at various services with outrageous prices for several days. I was losing sleep and feeling awful.
By Tuesday (yeah, the second day of my week), I thought I was going to die. Totally sleep deprived, horrible heart burn, ugh. The thought of the gym was grueling. I did not want to go….at all. But low and behold, once I got there, I felt great! Even when I was going through the dreaded 50 pull ups…..fantastic. Okay, maybe it wasn’t fantastic, but it was good. I was a bit disappointed that it took me a bit longer to do it versus the first time I tried it, but I got through it. Along with some row, curls, and shoulder raises. I even did two sets of benching the bar. It irritated my shoulder a bit, but it wasn’t the end of the world. I went home feeling great, and I actually got some sleep!
Then came Wednesday. I heard back from a few more potential wedding vendors……so insanely out of our price range. I had pretty much gotten to the point where we could afford to have a wedding, but no guests. Or a reception, but no food. Or a photographer, but no wedding. I couldn’t take anymore. Insert total melt down.
Is that a board coming out of it’s bum?? odd.
Luckily, I have an amazing fiancé that was incredibly patient with me and helped me work my way through the whole mess. Unfortunately, I ended up with a screaming headache that left me sitting alone in the dark for the rest of the day, but I made it. I have now scrapped all previous expectations and we’re had in a much more fun and relaxed direction, yay!
Thursday was a much better day with a much harder worker. I was blessed with a second visit from my trainer in one week. I’m not sure how happy he was to find me in a still somewhat emotionally fragile state, but he dealt with it. I can definitely say that I did not bring my A game to the gym, but there was a game of some sort. First up was this insane circuit thingy that was rather awful. It involved doing 1 deadlift at 205 pounds and then 10 front squats at 85 pounds. Repeat for 10 minutes!! Disclaimer: I rarely do front squats and am anything but comfortable with them. And the whining begins. I’m sure that Ray expected me to do multiple rounds of this craziness, but after the first or second set of front squats, my wrists were killing me! Ray helped me change my form a bit and that helped a ton. I kept going, but I still only got through 6 rounds. Eek…rather embarrassing. Next up were some crazy kettlebell squats with rubber bands strapped all around me. I’m sure I looked like a fool. Those were supersetted with walking lunges…yeah, those burned. And then came the real kicker….5 minutes on the treadmill with the incline jacked way up. Needless to say, after all of that I did NOT make it to the gym this morning for my planned cardio torture. It was fairly brutal, but then oddly invigorating. It’s just a great feeling to know that you put yourself up against a serious challenge and lived to tell the tale. The fact that I get to do this on a regular basis….pretty exciting. So in that regard, I’m actually lucky that I get to spend the majority of my free time in the gym, right? Eh…maybe not 😉