This day was really tough for me. I usually work out with my trainer Sunday mornings, and I wanted to get P90X out of the way before that because it was Mother's Day, and I had fun things to do.
Yoga was my workout, and I was not looking forward to it. I don't consider it that strenuous, I'm just really bad at yoga, and it's a long workout.
I stayed up too late Saturday night (that's kind of a running theme for me. I really need to make myself go to bed earlier), but I got up early with the baby, and then got right to yoga. It was just as difficult as I remembered, but I did my best.
After the first few times of the sequence with plank, chaturanga, upward dog and downward dog, I was able to get the hang of all that and start doing it OK. My warrior poses got better the more I did them, but I'm sure that anyone who actually does yoga would be horrified by my sloppiness. I wasn't low enough in my squats, and my arms were droopy and uneven, and then there were some things I just couldn't do, or could only hold for a few seconds or whatever.
At the end, I wasn't even totally sure I could count what I did as a workout, and was glad that I had a second workout with my trainer right after. As it turns out, yoga totally killed me. Or at least, yoga was the thing that finally did me in after days of multiple workouts.
My session with my trainer was this thing he does sometimes, five rounds in a row of five different exercises. It's actually a smart way to quickly plan a workout for yourself, and I plan to use that a lot when I'm working out by myself at the gym with no one to tell me what to do.
The first round was mountain climbers with furniture sliders on my feet, and my forearms on a step. I really hate this one, and we do it a lot because my trainer is sadistic. I always expect to have a hard time with these, so I didn't think too much of it when I struggled through the third and fourth rounds and really had to dig deep inside myself to not quit on the fifth round.
The second round was jump squats with the TRX bands for assistance. Normally, these make me tired, but I can complete a high number of them without wanting to die. I wanted to die right away, though. My legs were just burning with the most minimal of a squat. I was really feeling the lack of sleep, and my legs were totally dead. Damn you warrior poses and all your squatting!!
I stuttered through my jump squats, followed by weak performances on burpees that included jumping up onto and down from a step instead of just up in the air, and then jumping alternating lunges (which were barely lunges at all). My last round, which my trainer called everests, was really just a complete failure. I had my hands on my ground, and one foot up my hands, and another straight back. The move was to switch, and jump my other foot up to my hand, and the forward one straight back. I paused so often, and dropped my knee a lot. I would be one of those dead frozen people if I were really climbing the mountain. Disappointing.
Lesson learned: I should probably avoid doing my workouts back-to-back from now on.
The good news of the day was the food. Because it was a special holiday, I did not follow my diet. I had a glorious cheat day that involved homemade brunch with apple cinnamon overnight french toast, a sugary java chip coffee drink, an early dinner at an Italian restaurant complete with desert, and then candy while watching movies on the couch. I also got a massage, and we managed to fit in a family game of Settlers of Catan.
Overall, a pretty amazing food day, although we didn't make to the store or do any food prep, so my Monday diet might kind of suck.
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