I took a friend's advice yesterday and forked out on some really perfect running shoes - Brooks ones with the correct support for my feet specifically idenfied by the man in Runner's Need by looking at my gait while running on a treadmill in the shop. Corr - what attentive service. Great store.
Any hoo, I could barely wait to get them home and pop for a test drive but the guy told me how important rest days are. For the last 3 weeks or so I have been trying to do some sort of exercise every day, give or take. Rest days...?
I had thought that more is more, and my butt ain't getting smaller so rest days could wait till I get back from nepal. Also my running program is so piddling - only about 15-20 mins running each time, that it would barely register in my body as actual exercise. Also, it hasn't hurt yet, which has to be a good sign.
Now I don't know. Yesterday I walked for a few hours then popped to the gym for some leg and core strengthening - so as these are different muscle groups to running, does that count as rest?!
I need someone with expertise.
Chloe
Rosie and Chloe Dickinson's epic challenge to train and raise money for a trip to Everest Base Camp for Marie Curie Cancer Care
Showing posts with label gym. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gym. Show all posts
Saturday, 26 November 2011
Wednesday, 14 September 2011
week five - heads, shoulders, knees and toes
Damo, my high-fiving (awesome-ness!) trainer at the gym, convinced me to take his 45 minute spin/circuit class yesterday.
With about 10 others, I ran round the small, roasting hot class room, gaining a stitch already and puffing embarrasingly. He grinned and evil grin and caught my eye to tell the whole class this is just the warm up...
Then we cycled, pressed-up, curled-up, kneed-up, starred jumped, crunched and planked until my face resembled a post box.
Today, my arms are so dead - both jelly-like and leaden at once - I feel like Kevin and Perry.
It's so unfair.
Chloe
With about 10 others, I ran round the small, roasting hot class room, gaining a stitch already and puffing embarrasingly. He grinned and evil grin and caught my eye to tell the whole class this is just the warm up...
Then we cycled, pressed-up, curled-up, kneed-up, starred jumped, crunched and planked until my face resembled a post box.
Today, my arms are so dead - both jelly-like and leaden at once - I feel like Kevin and Perry.
It's so unfair.
Chloe
Monday, 22 August 2011
Oweee
My feet and legs and bum and legs and feet hurt. Oh, and my abs and shoulders. And my feet. !
Chloe
Chloe
Week Two - sore feet
Loving my boots, but perhaps walking an hour to, and an hour from work on the same day was a mistake today. Talk about breaking them in - my feet that is.
I went to see Damo at the gym and gave him the personal responsibility for getting me up the mountain with a specially designed fitness programme. No, regime is the right term. Ouch. Seriously hard work, particularly tugh on the legs and bum, but boy, am I going to have buns of steel by February. At least it's only twice a week, along with the walking and other stuff I will need to do.
Marching Marching Marching... Chloe
I went to see Damo at the gym and gave him the personal responsibility for getting me up the mountain with a specially designed fitness programme. No, regime is the right term. Ouch. Seriously hard work, particularly tugh on the legs and bum, but boy, am I going to have buns of steel by February. At least it's only twice a week, along with the walking and other stuff I will need to do.
Marching Marching Marching... Chloe
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