So, I was at the gym the other day. I finished 30 minutes of interval training on the treadmill, which has become my favorite thing. Basically, I alternate between a brisk walk and a sprint... and I do it until I feel like I want to toss my cookies. *chuckles* It's really not that bad. I just like to push myself, but I always keep an eye on my heart rate. I try to keep it between 150 and 160 when running sprints. That is at the high end of my range, but it feels good to work hard.
After running, I hit the weights and did a good, hard upper-body workout. My arms, shoulders, and back are feeling pretty darned good. I don't feel as bad about my arms because I at least have muscle in there, and it's not all floppy fat. I'm gaining enough definition that I feel there is something to be proud of, regardless of how many times my arm waves when I wave. Anyway, I wanted to get my heart rate back up, and the elliptical looked good. I had been flirting with it a little, about 10 minutes at a time. We have that kind of funny relationship.
Before I started exercising so much, I couldn't last more than 30-60 seconds on the elliptical. I would get searing, awful pain through my knees. I thought that it would always be off limits for me, because of that. However, I got bold and tried it again anyway, and I found that it didn't hurt anymore. This week though, I did too much. I wasn't used to the motion of the elliptical, and the repeated flexing of my foot was more than my body wanted to deal with. I was on the elliptical machine for 30 minutes, and in that time I seem to have earned myself a case of plantar fasciitis. *sigh* It's always something, isn't it?
Anyway, that really kicks the crap out of my cardio options. I don't have a pool, so I'm getting pretty bored with the bike. I've never been one to really dig on exercise bikes anyway. Maybe if I was in a real spinning class, I might like it. Pedaling by myself is mind-numbing though. I've thought that maybe rowing wouldn't be too hard on my sore foot, but I somehow slipped the chain off the flywheel on my ergometer. My husband needs to take a look at it for me, but he has been busy. So, I've been sitting more often than not, rolling my foot on a bottle full of ice water. It helps ease the pain, and I can walk. I don't know how long it will be before I can do anything strenuous on my feet though. Between babying the strained quad and now the hurt foot, I'm more than a little frustrated. It makes me wonder if I shouldn't just stick to moderate weight training for a while, and try harder to stay 100% "on plan" with my healthier eating.
My main goals for right now are to crank down on my diet and be more careful with what I eat, and to not lose muscle. I don't even care about losing more weight at the moment. I'll probably always be a little fat, because I don't care enough about being tiny in comparison to living a comfortable life. I'm not bothered by being slightly squishy. I just don't want to lose my muscle defintion and strength. We'll see what I can manage, and whether it makes me insane to try and be gentle with my body for a while. I'm thinking that 4 weeks is plenty enough rest for most things, though the plantar fasciitis can be a long-term pain in the foot. Hopefully I didn't damage the fascia too badly, and 4 weeks will be long enough that I can get normal range and useage out of my foot again.
I guess this means that I will be doing a lot of yoga. Maybe I can find some pilates too. I hear that lots of people like that stuff. I've never done it, but it might be fun. I also still have my weight training, which I love so much. I'll dial it back to about 3 days per week, and just focus on my food choices through May. I can kick off my first week of June with some good time in the pool, because I'm going to visit with my grandparents. They have a pool at their house, and I can swim for as long, and as often, as I desire. That will get me right on track for when I get back into the harder workouts when I get home. I'd love to jump back into 30 Day Shred. I guess I'll be back to Level 1 again, instead of Level 2. That's ok though. I'll cope. *laughs*