Something I Do Not Understand About Trainers, Fitness Instructors, Coaches, Etc

Just because I can do something, doesn’t mean I should do that something + more or harder or faster. Sometimes it does, but not every time. Just because I can hold 1:20s at swimming doesn’t mean I should, nor does it necessarily mean I should try to hold 1:15s and not make it through the set. Just because I could do plank push-ups at TRX today, didn’t mean they were easy or that I should do something harder. I actually could only do a set amount of them before my arms gave out — but I guess I looked stoic while doing it, so the instructor kept trying to get me to do harder stuff until I couldn’t. Why the insistence on pushing until failure? That’s fine sometimes (sometimes we need that), but sometimes doesn’t it make more sense to do the hard thing that you can do well, instead of the harder thing that you can’t quite do poorly.

Google Has To Be Wrong, Right?

This is what I looked like after I finally got home this morning:

Tired. Hot. Tired. Hot.

I went a little overboard, maybe. I don’t know. I decided I would run home from my TRX class, thus getting in my run and my strength training. Bam. But, how do you get to TRX class if you’re going to run home from it? I decided I would run there too, though I was hoping Steve might give me a ride part of the way on his way out. Only that didn’t work and then I left 10′ later then I meant to, so I had to haul to get there.

Now, I didn’t know how far it is, but something more than 5 miles with a big hill in the middle (and lots of little hills along the way naturally). So, I felt pretty good about myself when I ran it in 37:30 on my way there. Dead, but good about myself. Actually, mostly dead. I was pretty sure I had just run sub-7:00 pace the whole way and huffed and puffed.

Of course, even though online it said class started at 10:30, in the schedule once I got there it said it started at 10:40, and then it started five minutes late from there. So, instead of being four minutes late, I was 11 minutes early, which I mostly used to stand in the middle of the room and drip sweat in a circle and wheeze.

Class was fine. I didn’t kill myself, but it was still longer than they used to be and then I (FOR SOME REASON) decided to do an extra five minutes of intense abs on the TRX after. You know, to get my six-pack.

Then, I ran very, very slowly home. And, what took me 37:30, definitely took 44:15 on the way back.

And, now Google is telling me it was only 5.1 miles there. Sigh. Apparently, I’m not so fast. But, I am still so tired.

Not doing it for the sexy. Duh.

The TRX instructor today asked what I wanted to work on and I said I want a six-pack (which may have been a mistake anyway, because then she came up with these sadistic exercises). But, right after I say it, this older, kind of disheveled guy weighs in.

Him: I’ve never seen a six-pack that looked sexy on a woman. It’s just not attractive, fyi, from the guys’ point of view.

Me: Oh, yeah, I don’t care about that.