Re:Build Me - An Ongoing Journey
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Friday, January 23, 2009 4:39 PM
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Friday 1/23/09 -------------------------------------------------------------------------
Weight: 155.8lb – +0.4lb
Body Fat: 9.4% – +0.2%
Lean Mass: 141.15lb – +0.05lb
Fat Weight: 14.65lb – +0.35lb
Diet:
7:15am:
2 medium Apples
1 bowl Oatmeal [over the top]
5 Egg White Omelet with Deli Ham, Pepper, Onion (Mustard)
12:00pm:
1 medium Apple
1 bowl Lettuce Salad with Cucumber (Low Calorie Light Italian Dressing)
1 bowl Hearty Tomato Soup with Beans
2 medium-large slices 12 Grain Bread [with HFCS] with Deli Turkey, Lettuce, Onion, Tomato (Mustard)
4-5 Pickle Spears
3:15pm:
1 bowl Lettuce Salad with Cucumber, Pepper (Low Calorie Light Italian Dressing)
1 cup Deli Turkey
1 bowl Hearty Tomato Soup with Beans and Tofu
5:45pm:
1 bowl Lettuce Salad with Cucumber, Pepper, Cottage Cheese (Light Red Wine Vinaigrette)
1 bowl Broccoli, Tofu (Light Thin Chinese/Oyster Sauce, Soy Sauce, Chile Sauce)
1 bowl Hearty Tomato Soup with Beans
1 cup Mixed Raw Vegetables (Light Citrus Vinaigrette)
1 plate 2 large fillets Catfish, a little Rice, a little Mixed Vegetables
That was my diet.
The Day:
Today was a rollercoaster. The ride started with the ring of my alarm clock. I woke up feeling like ****. My cold had moved its entire company to the battlefield of my nose. I could only breathe through one nostril and I was weak. But, I was determined.
I stuck to my schedule and had an early morning breakfast, skipping my coffee, so that I could fit in my routine before classes at 9:00am. To compensate for last Friday’s tardiness I made sure to leave early enough and therefore left at 7:45am for the gym. I was concerned about this being too close to breakfast time (I finished around 7:30am), but put this out of my mind.
At the gym I started stretching and getting myself pumped up for the run in front of me. I bought a new Chinese rip-off iPod shuffle that I was excited to try so that gave me even more incentive. Of course, none of my nasal problems went away during this whole time and even with all that I had going for me to get the run done, this sickness seemed to not be deterred. The worst part of it all was that I really thought yesterday was the finality. I thought it would be good things from then on out. I was wrong.
As I walked into the cardio area I was confronted with the ultimate problem, one that know determination, no mind over matter or anything of the sort, could overcome. All the treadmills were occupied, taken! Nothing I could do! And the seconds were ticking. I couldn’t be late to my recitation because of a quiz planned during the hour block. After waiting it out a few short minutes, I had to make a choice. I admit I made the decision partly based on my sickness, but I try not to think of that influencing me. The fact is, I had to leave. I couldn’t get my workout in if I wanted to ace this quiz at the same time. And so, that ended the morning attempt.
But, the day was still young! For the rest of the morning I felt still fairly lethargic and weak. It wasn’t until after lunch that I began to think that I could actually do this day at the gym. In reality, I would have gone to the gym even if I didn’t think I could do it. I would have pushed myself to the edge regardless. But, the fact that I did think I would be able to perform was a nice bonus.
At 1:30pm, a good hour and a half after eating, I walked back to the gym. I felt good. I bought some Vaseline for my nose earlier, and it seemed that my symptoms were dissipating. Like the morning, I went through my stretching, went through talking myself up, warming my muscles, getting pumped. Now I was ready. Or so I thought.
The treadmill was a disaster. I used a slightly different model today. That shouldn’t matter I would think, but it’s worth mentioning as you never know what factors contribute to a horrible 14 and a half minutes. The first sign of distress occurred within minutes. I was running and my iPod rip-off started skipping, started shutting off, started disaster. This problem didn’t stop until the treadmill stopped. I stopped the treadmill, clipped it to my shorts. I stopped the treadmill, clipped it to my collar. I put it in my pocket. I put it on the little treadmill cubbyhole. Nothing solved the issue. Finally I decided to stop this on and off running and just restart from the beginning, music skipping and all.
I had run before without decent music, so I don’t take that as a contributor to what was to come. Instead, I take only one valid explanation: my sickness, my cold, my congestion. Despite what good feelings I had going in, the feelings during the motion were of no such type. I was breathing through my mouth within minutes. I was sweating profusely at the same time. Both of these conditions of the body were abnormal to me. Worst yet, it wasn’t even a mile on the machine. I wasn’t even half way done!
I still can’t believe it. I made it. I somehow made it. The amount of willfulness that I exemplified must have been uncanny. But, I made it. I finished my 2 miles exhausted, out of breath, sneezing, coughing, weezing, nearly collapsing. But, I finished.
What was next to come? Well, after taking a nice drink from the water fountain, it seemed my old morning dilemma took a sly vengeance. All the ellipticals were taken! Luckily, I now had the one weapon that was missing from the morning’s trials: time. I waited it out. At first I figured I would go on the treadmill at my standard 4mph 6% incline until a proper machine opened up. I quickly found I couldn’t handle that though, not in my current condition of exhaustion. I instead dialed in at 3mph, but didn’t spend much time. Less than 2 minutes later a women got off the elliptical 2nd from the left. I took it.
I knew before getting on that this was the faulty piece of equipment, the most inconsistent of the lineup. This one was magnitudes harder in resistance than any other. I tried to do my standard routine regardless. I couldn’t. I simply could not keep my legs moving at 65rpm with the level of pressure the machine gave back. I went on for as long as I could. Luckily, I didn’t have to see how long that would be. 3 minutes later other women got off another elliptical. I was all too happy to transfer over.
By now I was really sneezing my brains out. I made sure to use tons of antibacterial spray on everything I touched. I didn’t want to be that guy. But all of this snot, this disgusting liquid, was hampering my 20 minutes of up down back forth motion. I did my best, pushed myself through my own body’s responses, and finished it with nearly the same level of intensity and performance I normally dish out. I burned 273 calories if that’s any measurement.
I was ready to fall down now into a nice slumber. But, my routine was calling me. I had to finish. And that I did. I did my full 10 minutes on the treadmill at 6% incline going my full 4mph. Normally this is my cool down, but it didn’t feel like it. It felt like ****. I was so happy when that timer hit zero. I think that was the first smile of my workout, the only smile of my workout.
And so the gym day ended. I stretched out, got changed, and left the building.
The rest of the day went by on the normal. I ate as I normally eat and walked as I normally walked. I did some schoolwork and etcetera. Then came my pushups and sit-ups. I was in a particularly good mood (while being sick mind you!) at around 7:00pm so decided to do my nightly exercise then. This is to hedge against the future, and quite possible chance, that I am feeling like a piece of **** later at night (when cold symptoms tend to fluster). My pushups went by fairly well as I pumped out each and every one. I mentioned last time of possibly considering increasing the reps. I’ve thought about it some and don’t think I’m quite ready. I don’t want to be failing every night or else the fear of failure will break me down to not wanting to go at it at all (I’m that type of person – all or nothing). So for now, it stays at 30. My sit-ups similiarly will be staying where they are, but for a different reason. They are still on the harder side of a perfect workout. What I mean by this is that I failed tonight. On the last set I hit 21 and couldn’t bring myself up. The good news is that it means I’m pushing myself beyond my bounds. The bad news is, well I failed after many days of not failing on this exercise. I’m not sure what to attribute it to. Maybe it’s my increased weight which is making it harder to curl up my upper body. Possibley, quite possibly, it’s just me being weak from sickness. Or it could be that I am not used to doing full sit-ups since I for the last weak I’ve been doing these 90% variety because of my tailbone (which is now no longer an issue – it healed!). Oh, one last thing I should mention regarding sit-ups. I said last Wednesday that I would be trying out these other shoes to see if they make a difference in holding my feet down. The verdict is in. They do! They did an excellent job of keeping my lower body exactly where it should be. Now that all the hindering factors are gone, the tailbone, the feet, it should all be clear roads of progress ahead.
OK I’m done. What a long entry! I hope you enjoyed my story. The sad thing is I didn’t even exaggerate. Everything felt as bad as it sounds: actually probably worse. The lingering of the experience was already fading as soon as I left that fitness building. Anyway, I’m off to go see a violin concerto. Good night.
That was the day.
This concludes Entry #50.