I have mixed feelings about the exercise at the moment. I like it (just barely) and at the same time I HATE it with a passion.
While I run I am usually cursing under my breath and wondering to myself WTH I have managed to let myself in for.
But. I am incredibly blessed. I have an actual, proper trainer who is passionate about all things fitness and who encourages me and who WANTS me to succeed.
She wants me to set fitness goals for myself and we are looking at the entire process, from what I am eating to what vitamins I am taking right through to my running shoes. And I am not paying a cent. How lucky am I?
I am not so exhausted ALL THE TIME anymore and I actually have energy to complete my more simplified evening routine. And I have more energy for “after-after hours” activities. Always a win.
Somehow I am feeling different. In a good way. I feel fitter and stronger and dare I say more content? Mentally, I am way more alert than I was just over a week ago.
I am sleeping so much better.
I have a renewed consciousness about what I put into my mouth.
I have battled with water consumption during these winter months and it’s nearly back to normal now. See previous point.
I feel a sense of accomplishment which does absolute wonders for my self-esteem.
My asthma seems to be more manageable (or maybe my body is just adjusting) and I’m at the point now where I only use the pump at the end of the session – this only after 5 sessions of torture. I still take it along for every session and I suspect that I am going to get to the point where I no longer need to use it during exercise. Not that I’ll stop taking it along with me or anything. Can’t be dropping dead in the street due to lack of oxygen and then on top of that, STILL be in sweaty clothing with dishevelled hair. That would be very embarrassing.
New clothes! My lovely Mommy told me to go to Edgars and put aside whatever exercise gear I need so she can go and pay and collect it for me. And I’ve budgeted for an upgrade in running shoes which I’ll be getting in the next couple of days.
I am not that sore anymore. I am sore while I’m doing it and for a bit after that but after I’ve had a bath and some rest then I’m OK. I can actually walk properly now and get up from my chair AND from the loo without holding onto something. Another win. Last week after session one, I had to request help (from the cleaner who was mopping our work bathrooms) because I couldn’t get up from the loo and the toilet paper holder thing wasn’t sturdy enough for me to hold onto. I was mortified!
There ain’t no endorphins. Not yet anyway. I want them though, so am putting it out to the universe to send them along already!
My nerves are shot and my tummy goes into a knot before each session. Maybe because I know what’s coming?
The itching! Eish. I can cope with no endorphins but I am NOT coping with the itching. I am now at the point where I have to moisturise my entire body with E45 before AND after each session. I’m hoping that wearing proper exercise gear will alleviate this some more.
So. I guess that there is more good than bad. I am going to keep this up. And I am going to be adding at least 3 sessions of yoga a month to my routine. I have to get my exercise happy SOMEWHERE and yoga will also help me to improve on flexibility and balance. Can you believe that I can’t stand on one leg when I stretch? Totally embarrassing.
This afternoon after our session, WJ informed us that she would be adding some hills onto our route and that, as of Monday we would be running up to UCT and most probably up all those steps at the Jamison Hall.
I nearly hyperventilated and had to take some Rescue Remedy when I got back to my desk because my nerves couldn’t take it. Please light a candle for my poor muscles?