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tyggerjaiSo I'm sticking with Ambrose, once a week, wednesdays at 6.
Today, we did not do weights. This is disappointing, because, of course, I can do them far better than this time last week. Today, and for the next little while, we do circuit training. I get the feeling Ambrose is making it up as he goes along, but he's young. He'll learn :) I remember when I started teaching ballroom dancing, and having the more astute of my students trap me in contradictions because I myself had learnt in the last week that the way I'd originally taught them was good enougb, but not quite right....
Anyway. Circuit training.
First circuit: 10 Pushups (we started with inclined, but they were "too easy", so we (ha. We.) were doing them flat for the second time through), sprint up and down a flight of stairs, 10 frog jumps, 25 ab crunches. Rinse, lather repeat, but 15/15 for the pushups and jumps. Rinse lather repeat at 10 again.
Rest: stand up (no lying down - rest standing up), drink, vomit.
Second circuit: Lie on a big fitness ball, face down. Lift Fucking Big Dumbbells up around the ball. This is hard to describe, but basically it's the same action as a pushup, but you're pulling the dumbbells up, not going down to the floor. Ten times, for the first set. Then ten stepups, with a medicine ball above the head. Ten triceps pushups on the edge of the step ( hands on the edge of the step, facing away from the step with feet on the ground, lower your arse towards the ground, then push back up). 20 medicine ball twists - sit on the floor, knees bent, elbows by your side and forearms parallell to the ground holding a medicine ball. Rotate the upper torso side to side, without moving the hips/lower torso or the head/neck. Again, do the set three times, 10/15/10 reps of the hard stuff.
I only did the second circuit twice today. It is lucky for both Ambrose and myself that he realises the difference between "Nooo! I'll die!", (to which the response is "Nah! You're doing well! Keep going!", and "Nooo! I'll vomit!" to which the response is "Oh. Well, ok, relax, and we'll do our stretches.". I really think I would have made a nasty mess :)
But, in all, I feel good. I was in agony for days after last weeks weights session, but I do feel much stronger for it. Ambrose reckons I can do the circuit instead of the weights, since it has bicep/tricep work, but I think I'll sneak in a couple of sessions of weights as well, maybe on the weekends. Otherwise I'll never look like Vin!
And there's something wrong with my wiring, somewhere. When we were stretching, he did my arms, by getting me to put my hands behind my head, and then pulling back on me elbows. Excruciating. But so, so sweetly familiar from other contexts that I almost had to bite my tongue to stop myself saying "Thank you, Master.". It's all pain, after all...
Oh, and this morning, when I got up, my legs decided I could do whatever I liked, but they weren't riding to work. Nope. Since it's actually faster to ride than get the bus, and since I hadn't left myself enough time to get the bus, this was something of a problem, so I had to assert my dominance, and remind them that actually they worked for me, and I wasn't going to take no shit from appendages that didn't even have opposable digits. So we rode. Just. The Big Arse Hill on Canning/Barkly St (I go down Johnston, and veer off on the Nicholson/Johnston corner up towards the Exhibition building, which gives me a big hill on the final approach to the gardens there, up Barkly) has been getting easier, but today it was hell. But I did it, and I feel so proud. We be getting buff!
sol.
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Today, we did not do weights. This is disappointing, because, of course, I can do them far better than this time last week. Today, and for the next little while, we do circuit training. I get the feeling Ambrose is making it up as he goes along, but he's young. He'll learn :) I remember when I started teaching ballroom dancing, and having the more astute of my students trap me in contradictions because I myself had learnt in the last week that the way I'd originally taught them was good enougb, but not quite right....
Anyway. Circuit training.
First circuit: 10 Pushups (we started with inclined, but they were "too easy", so we (ha. We.) were doing them flat for the second time through), sprint up and down a flight of stairs, 10 frog jumps, 25 ab crunches. Rinse, lather repeat, but 15/15 for the pushups and jumps. Rinse lather repeat at 10 again.
Rest: stand up (no lying down - rest standing up), drink, vomit.
Second circuit: Lie on a big fitness ball, face down. Lift Fucking Big Dumbbells up around the ball. This is hard to describe, but basically it's the same action as a pushup, but you're pulling the dumbbells up, not going down to the floor. Ten times, for the first set. Then ten stepups, with a medicine ball above the head. Ten triceps pushups on the edge of the step ( hands on the edge of the step, facing away from the step with feet on the ground, lower your arse towards the ground, then push back up). 20 medicine ball twists - sit on the floor, knees bent, elbows by your side and forearms parallell to the ground holding a medicine ball. Rotate the upper torso side to side, without moving the hips/lower torso or the head/neck. Again, do the set three times, 10/15/10 reps of the hard stuff.
I only did the second circuit twice today. It is lucky for both Ambrose and myself that he realises the difference between "Nooo! I'll die!", (to which the response is "Nah! You're doing well! Keep going!", and "Nooo! I'll vomit!" to which the response is "Oh. Well, ok, relax, and we'll do our stretches.". I really think I would have made a nasty mess :)
But, in all, I feel good. I was in agony for days after last weeks weights session, but I do feel much stronger for it. Ambrose reckons I can do the circuit instead of the weights, since it has bicep/tricep work, but I think I'll sneak in a couple of sessions of weights as well, maybe on the weekends. Otherwise I'll never look like Vin!
And there's something wrong with my wiring, somewhere. When we were stretching, he did my arms, by getting me to put my hands behind my head, and then pulling back on me elbows. Excruciating. But so, so sweetly familiar from other contexts that I almost had to bite my tongue to stop myself saying "Thank you, Master.". It's all pain, after all...
Oh, and this morning, when I got up, my legs decided I could do whatever I liked, but they weren't riding to work. Nope. Since it's actually faster to ride than get the bus, and since I hadn't left myself enough time to get the bus, this was something of a problem, so I had to assert my dominance, and remind them that actually they worked for me, and I wasn't going to take no shit from appendages that didn't even have opposable digits. So we rode. Just. The Big Arse Hill on Canning/Barkly St (I go down Johnston, and veer off on the Nicholson/Johnston corner up towards the Exhibition building, which gives me a big hill on the final approach to the gardens there, up Barkly) has been getting easier, but today it was hell. But I did it, and I feel so proud. We be getting buff!
sol.
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Re: Now that I think about it ...
Date: 2004-02-11 06:53 pm (UTC)Yup. By then, things were starting to settle down for me, and I also preferred the HSC system (I work best in short burst, so I prefer exams to continuous assessment).