Sunday, September 6, 2009
My Boyfriend named Concrete
I've started trying to run the full 5k everytime I'm on the treadmill at the gym. And I tend to gravitate to the treadmill everytime I'm at the gym. I know you need to change things up, so today I decided to still run, but instead of doing the 3.25 miles or what have you, I decided to increase my speed and see if I could run a mile at 5.5 instead of 4.5mph (I'm still very slow, I know). I managed to get to the full mile, then increased it to 6.5 for another two laps. Spent a while cooling off, then did the stair climber for thirty minutes. Some ab work outs, leg work outs, and when I went onto the pull up assist machine, I set it for an assistance of 70lbs (my weak ass can't do a full pull up yet XD) and then I grasped on....
....felt the burn radiating along my arms. Shooting like it should, but something more...something stranger...my vision sparked. I lowered down...
....everything went black.
Luckily it wasn't a full out "oh, hello floor, let me give you a giant hug!" fainting spell style black out. It was more of a "Wow, the world really does move! Hey...wait...where'd my eyes go?" sort of black out, where I managed to have the presence of mind to drop the chin up bars above my head and grab onto the support beams at the side of it before I collapsed. I kept myself upright long enough for my vision to return to normal, slowly stepped off, and proceeded to introduce my ass to the floor and promptly discovered that I have a greatly reduced amount of butt-fat, because it hurt far more than it used to heavily sit down. I think my tailbone cracked.
Anyway, I'd rather have a bruised tailbone than a public makeout session with dirty concrete.
I didn't feel like I pushed myself that hard. I wasn't there for a full two hours, but I know I did push myself harder than usual, because normally, I'm not so SWEATY. But I was absolutely soaked. It felt good, but I think I didn't eat enough complex carbs or something, because when my head cleared enough to walk, I recognized that cold-hand-and-feet feeling that comes from low blood sugar.
Paid off, though.
I got home from the gym and weighed myself.
I was at 132.6. New low. Let's just hope it holds through till morning *Fingers crossed*
And...I don't know.
Try not to have any random love affairs with flooring, yeah?