Today was my last session with the trainer at my gym. They were having a special in December, so I bought 11 sessions for the price of 8. Thanks to a few business conflicts and the flu, I missed a few weeks here and there, hence having 11 sessions last all of the way until May.
We did measurements again, like we did the first day. Ironically, most of the caliper measurements were lower except for three of them; those three are the ones that they use to calculate BMI. Of course. I’m not too worried that mine was a little higher per her measurements, because I know that 1) I got on the scale with shoes & everything in the late afternoon after 2 meals, a snack, and almost all of my water for the day, and 2) the measurements we do at my doctor’s office are more accurate. Still, it was kind of funny that the three measurements were higher.
We then did the same sit-up and push-up test we did on day 1. I did 17 push-ups in a minute instead of 11, and 23 sit-ups instead of 22.
Then, she tried to kill me.
We did Tabata intervals on the elliptical, triceps, and biceps, back to elliptical, then to some horrible twisty-ab thing on the bosu (the link shows someone far more coordinated and cut than I am doing the exercise. My heels hit the floor each time, and I fell a couple of times.) We finished with a non-interval exercise, ten of these:
By the way, often, when I look at exercise videos, they are done by incredibly fit Aussies. That country must be freakishly fit!
During the second round on the elliptical, I made the mistake of putting my hands on the heart rate sensor when I started. My heart rate STARTED at 180, which is my max. I’m kind of bummed and kind of relieved that I didn’t have on my heart rate monitor.
GASPING for air is not something I do often, but I pretty much did it the whole workout. When she picked up the bosu (that’s the half-ball balance thing), I told her that normally, I’d be psyched to see her get that, hoping I’d get an “easy” break by having simply to balance on it, but that after the elliptical/tris/bis/elliptical, there was no way in hell I could even slow my breathing down enough to balance.
Frankly, I gasped for air almost the whole drive home in my car! My allergies were bad yesterday, aggravated by touching something covered in cat hair in a thrift shop, and at one point driving home, I realized that it might be a good idea to check to see if my inhaler, which I haven’t needed in ages, was in the car.
I took a hit when I got home, and that helped immensely.
I’ve got jury duty today, and I’m glad for the excuse to sit and recover. If I can figure out a way to push myself through this workout, or something similar, while I’m on my summer vacation, I’ll be golden. Or dead. But golden and in-shape dead. 🙂