Treading my way

I went.
By 6:05 this morning, I was booking it on the treadmill (after a five-minute warm up, of course), and proceeded to do so for the next 35 minutes.

I was pretty exhausted, especially considering that I didn’t sleep much after I woke up around 1 a.m. from nightmare that I was possessed by a demon – and was growling/speaking in tongue at my father, who was played in said dream by none other than Stephen Collins from “Seventh Heaven.”
I still haven’t decided which was scarier: Actually being possessed or having him as my father. Either way, it was very unpleasant. 
(Though there is a certain something about Mr. Collins, but I’d rather not delve into that chestnut – ever.)  

But I digress.
It felt good being back on the treadmill – and, I cannot tell a lie, getting my workout over for the day.
Bring it, Wednesday (because I know you will)!

Hope you all have a great hump day – and workout whenever you choose to do it!

Nikki

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Blood, sweat and … gross

I’m fixing to make a bold statement here:
I think the people who don’t wipe off their machine after working out at the gym are despicable.
Quite frankly, I think they’re just as despicable as the influx of people I’ve been seeing – no, hearing – every time I’ve been to the movies lately: The people who won’t. shut. the. hell. up.

The past few times I’ve been to the gym – which you’ll recall just started happening on a regular basis last week, so you’re probably thinking, “Who the hell does she think she is?” but just forget you know that now that I’ve brought it up – I’ve seen so many people sweat it out on the treadmill/elliptical/bike. They wipe themselves off with their T-shirts the way I do, then touch the buttons or hold onto the rails, eventually hitting “stop” before they get off and walk away – never to return with the paper towel dripping with disinfectant.

Ugh. It burns my liver, as my old man used to say.
And then, especially when I go after work when there’s not a lot of open machines so someone hops right on after Gross Sweating Person, and they touch the same buttons that were just touched by GSP, oh, it turns stomach (as it burns my liver, of course).

Sorry, Planet Fitness, I know it’s a “judgment-free zone” – and I love that it is – but I’m totally judging the people who don’t clean up after themselves. Just sayin’.

Nikki

Early bird gets the … workout

So someone was at the gym at 5:55 this morning … and … what?
There were … other people there? And there were actually a lot of other people?
Who are these freaks??

Well, this morning, I became one them there freaks because I knew I wouldn’t be able to work out tonight or tomorrow after work, so I last night I thought to just be proactive and get there this morning.
It’s not like I sleep well anyway, so I might as well take advantage of that blasted insomnia.

Sure, it pretty much sucked driving in darkness to my brightly lit Planet Fitness, but once I finished my five-minute warmup on the treadmill and did 15 minutes of walking/jogging, that circuit room was looking mighty attainable, and for the second time this week, I made it my bitch – and I think it enjoyed it almost as much as I did.

Nikki

HIITing the gym again

OK, OK.
Since I wrote this on Feb. 23, I’ve not seen the inside of my Planet Fitness until tonight after work.
Hey, it’s better than the six-month lapse before that date, yes?? 

I’ve had all these grandiose plans of exercising at home in the morning and hitting the gym post work (that has pretty much been my plan from the moment I started joining gyms many moons ago), but as you know, that never goes according to plan.

I hate exercising after work, I’m usually too damn exhausted, hence why I shine as an a.m. exerciser – and the gym is close, but not close enough to run there before work, come home to shower, etc. then head to work.
Yes, I am one of those people who cannot shower in public. It is what it is.

But today, I packed my gym bag and ordered myself to go – and I’m so very glad I did because I finally did some HIIT (high-intensity interval training) that I’d read about in a recent SELF, and it really felt good.
If you’re not familiar, HIIT involves bursts of high-intensity movement (in my case, running on the treadmill for two minutes, speed(ish) walking for two minutes, repeat). It’s supposed to improve fat burning and is great for short-on-time workouts. 

After I did that for 25 minutes, I was going to skulk out as I most often do (when I go, of course), but decided against it and headed to Planet Fitness’ circuit room.
I’d entered there before, but always got self-conscious around other people and did a few of the 10 machines and, yes, skulked out.

Today, I said , “Screw it, no time like the present!,” and the second that light turned green, I started stepping at the first stop … and kept up with every single stop after until I hit No. 20, where my body was pretty much begging for mercy – which was a truly fantastic feeling.

What a great workout! I was there for about an hour, and it went so fast. What the hell was I so afraid of? Feeling better about myself? Maybe finally kicking myself up a notch and actually – GASP – enjoying a workout that wasn’t in the comfort of my own home?

Oh, silly, silly Nikki.
It’s just a room with exercise equipment.

So tell me, have you tried HIIT? Do you have any advice for me?

Nikki

The prodigal exerciser returns – to the gym

I have a confession to make: I haven’t been to the gym since Aug. 31.

My gym may be a "judgement free zone," but I can't help but judge myself for not going since August.

Let me break that bit of info down for you.
– That means it’s been nearly six months since I walked through the doors of my Planet Fitness.
– That means I’ve pissed away $60 of my hard-earned money to not walk through the doors of my Planet Fitness.
– That means that I could have/should have been far more on track … how much better shape would I be in if I wasn’t lazy/too busy/forgot completely about my damn membership/(insert any other viable excuse I’ve used here)?
Answer: A lot. I could have been my goal weight by now!

Now that the self-beating has been inflicted, it felt good hopping on the treadmill and losing myself, ironically, in a show on the Travel Channel about the best steaks in America. Really good. I just zoned out what had been a slightly crappy day, focused on putting one foot in front of the other at a brisk pace, upped the speed and incline a few times and before I knew it, 35 minutes had passed.

Returning to the gym had been one of my resolutions this year, and I’m glad I finally made good on that almost three-month-old list. I think it’ll be the start (or restart) of something beautiful for myself.

Nikki