I’m having a hard time believing that it’s only Tuesday. Maybe it was my action packed weekend? I’ve feel like I’ve already done a week’s worth of work, but really it was only one day. Maybe it was the ferocity of Monday night’s workout that contributed to that feeling?
Oh my goodness. It started with squats. I was a bit unsteady with these babies because I haven’t done heavy squats in a while AND I was out on a platform instead of in the nice and cozy squat rack that I’m oh so used to these days. I did okay, but failed at 215 which I’ve done before in a meet and in the gym. *thumbs down* Next, a crazy circuit of 5 jump squats (holy pathetically uncoordinated with these bad boys), 10 kettlebell swings, and 5 jump squats. Oh my. Apparently I did this circuit 10 times, but I was a bit too winded to keep track. Are you noticing a trend here? Oh my burning quads. Then ANOTHER circuit with 12 paused split squats (each leg) and 12 reps of reverse hyper. Normally reverse hyper is fairly easy for me, but it killed me yesterday. Ray kept asking me to pause at the top. I tried….oh how I tried. But there was zero ability for me to lift 50 pounds to the top of my range of motion and hold it. It just swung right back down to the bottom….every stinkin time. Oops. I went through 2 rounds of this madness before the last round of torture began.
Luckily I got a fairly decent break while Ray got the treadmill set up. Then it was 8 minutes of walking backward at an incline. About 6 minutes into it, I made the mistake of saying that it wasn’t too hard. Enter walking backwards at an incline while squatting. FML. That was tough, but apparently not tough enough. For the last 2 minutes, I turned around and Ray cranked the incline up even more and, of course, speeded things up a bit. I was hanging in there for the first minute…..then he wanted me to run. Seriously. Run. Uphill (15% incline). It was awful. I’ve frequently discussed my feelings of inadequacy over the fact that I have never pushed myself hard enough to actually puke. Well, this work out got me as close as I’ve ever been. Too close for comfort in fact. With about 30 seconds to go, my stomach started to feel like I had actually swallowed a ball of fire. I couldn’t believe it. Then Ray started talking some trash about wanting me to go even faster for the last 15 seconds???? NO EFFING WAY! I smacked his hand away every time he even thought about hitting the up button. OMG. That was tough. I was very relieved when it was over. I left the treadmill in a delirious state of exhaustion. I’m hoping I don’t have to do that again for a very long time.