And I don't even think I did that much. I woke up Saturday morning very dehydrated from beers till 3am the night before (obviously I didn't make swimming lessons that morning). After chugging down lots and lots of water, I made it to the gym at my place and did a 40 minute core training session. Went out with the family for a way-too-filling lunch and had a rock-climbing session after. I was supposed to have a 2 hour lesson, but I made it only an hour before I just completely ran out of energy. There was just nothing left in me to use anymore. So I cut the class short and headed home to rest...which equalled to me falling asleep for a good hour and a half. I had to meet my friend after dinner for drinks again, so the sleep was a welcome relief.
Sunday morning, and I woke up very dehydrated (hang on...there seems to be a pattern here). Went to church at stupid-o'clock in the morning and had way too much for Fathers' Day Lunch again. I felt a bit better though because after napping for an hour and a half I dragged myself out of bed and ran to R's place. 5k of sheer torture via Sixth Avenue (despite what anyone says, I maintain that the slope is pretty darn steep there) and I reached Holland Village exceedingly thirsty. R made a curry for dinner and we shared a bottle of wine, so I'm guessing everything I worked off on the run got put back on again.
Muay Thai later. I'm just tired thinking about it!
A few random points:
1. My Foot
My heel's been hurting when I run ever since the Mt Faber run and I've got half a mind to see a podiatrist if it doesn't get better. Every now and then, it feels as if someone keeps tugging at my plantar fascia with an awful lot of strength and it really isn't fun.
2. My Weight
I've put on an insane amount of weight since I've started drinking beer instead of my usual bourbon cokes. I'm guessing this whole switch to beers probably wasn't my brightest idea ever. So now I'm sticking to the wines with the occasional bourbon cokes when I want to treat myself. And lots and lots of water in between.
Also I aim to start eating healthy...again. These resolutions tend to be very short-lived, but one's got to have some faith. I have big plans to eat muesli and whole grain icky stuff.
3. New Shoes
Genius here forgot to bring her climb shoes on Saturday and had to buy them at the school itself (obviously sold at a premium). I think I hate them. They hurt my feet so much and I finished my class with blisters on my fourth toes (don't ask me why only these two toes) on both feet. Boo hoo.
What I did over the weekend:
Saturday
Core training for 40 minutes
Rock climbing for 1 hour
Sunday
Ran 5k in 39 minutes
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Monday, June 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Body Fat Woes
I've never really been concerned with body fat percentage...simply because I didn't think I had much. When I was younger I ran around all the time, so everything I ate got metabolised really quickly and I could eat all kinds of crap, but not have it show up. Sadly, age is catching up with me and all the past 28 years of crap eating habits are now ingrained in my very being and the metabolism ain't anything like it was before.
I mentioned previously taking the whole body fat calculation thingamajig and scoring a pathetic 30% (I just found out it was actually 31.3%), well I took that test again today and have now managed to lower the percentage to 28.9%. Woohoo! 4.9% more to go before I have the body fat percentage of a normal woman and even more to go before I can consider myself an athlete. Moments like these are sobering and depressing, 2.4% in 4 months! And all the exercise I've done! Although admittedly, I did slack off a lot in the middle.
Well, I know that for the next week, I'll be good and eat lean, non deep-fried, unsweetened, unprocessed (read: very boring and tasteless) food. But I also do know that I'm not really a bland food kind of person and in no time, I'll probably be back eating a bunch of crap. I guess this means I just have to run longer and further.
I mentioned previously taking the whole body fat calculation thingamajig and scoring a pathetic 30% (I just found out it was actually 31.3%), well I took that test again today and have now managed to lower the percentage to 28.9%. Woohoo! 4.9% more to go before I have the body fat percentage of a normal woman and even more to go before I can consider myself an athlete. Moments like these are sobering and depressing, 2.4% in 4 months! And all the exercise I've done! Although admittedly, I did slack off a lot in the middle.
Well, I know that for the next week, I'll be good and eat lean, non deep-fried, unsweetened, unprocessed (read: very boring and tasteless) food. But I also do know that I'm not really a bland food kind of person and in no time, I'll probably be back eating a bunch of crap. I guess this means I just have to run longer and further.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Weird Weight Fluctuations
Gone are the days where I stayed one weight no matter what I did or didn't do. Lately since I've started becoming a bit more active, I find my weight behaving strangely. Somedays I'm up 2 kilos and then magically the next day I'm down 1.5 kilos. Of course the net effect of all this is that I'm still up 0.5 kilos, which is frustrating because I think I'm doing more exercise than I've ever done...ever!
I remember when I first started taking lessons with my personal trainer, I had to do a fitness test where they put you on this fancy machine that runs a current through you...blah blah blah...and voila! it comes up with your body fat content. I had started my running regime then and was doing rockclimbing weekly, so I thought I'd ace this test, no problems. I was sooooo wrong. I failed it miserably. I came up with 30% body fat which is way way over what the average woman has.
You see, what happened is (or at least my esteemed theory on the whole matter) is that I started running so I could eat more. So I ate more. I don't snack, I've never been a big fan of snacking, but I did start having 4 full meals a day. Soon I realised that I was no longer eating because I ran, I had moved into dangerous ground, I was eating so much I was now having to run because if I didn't I risked ballooning into...I can't even start to imagine what. Because I don't actually put on weight in obvious areas, I never really noticed the weight gain until I stepped on the scales the other day and realised I had put on a whopping 3 kilos!
So I think I have to start eating like a normal person again. It's not even as if I'm running all that far to justify eating so much in the first place. What can I say? I just love my food, but I think it's time to admit that my metabolism isn't anything like it used to be.
On a separate note, I'm so glad today is my rest day. Drinkies till half two at night and sleeping barely 5 hours do not tired muscles heal. My left forearm's been aching since Wednesday when I finally ventured back to the driving range after a long absence, and my legs are really aching from yesterday's pathetic 4k run. I think what I needed last night was a good long rest and not copious amounts of wine. Ah well, I'll work on sleeping earlier tonight. Fingers crossed it'd all work out well because tomorrow's going to be an exhausting day!
I remember when I first started taking lessons with my personal trainer, I had to do a fitness test where they put you on this fancy machine that runs a current through you...blah blah blah...and voila! it comes up with your body fat content. I had started my running regime then and was doing rockclimbing weekly, so I thought I'd ace this test, no problems. I was sooooo wrong. I failed it miserably. I came up with 30% body fat which is way way over what the average woman has.
You see, what happened is (or at least my esteemed theory on the whole matter) is that I started running so I could eat more. So I ate more. I don't snack, I've never been a big fan of snacking, but I did start having 4 full meals a day. Soon I realised that I was no longer eating because I ran, I had moved into dangerous ground, I was eating so much I was now having to run because if I didn't I risked ballooning into...I can't even start to imagine what. Because I don't actually put on weight in obvious areas, I never really noticed the weight gain until I stepped on the scales the other day and realised I had put on a whopping 3 kilos!
So I think I have to start eating like a normal person again. It's not even as if I'm running all that far to justify eating so much in the first place. What can I say? I just love my food, but I think it's time to admit that my metabolism isn't anything like it used to be.
On a separate note, I'm so glad today is my rest day. Drinkies till half two at night and sleeping barely 5 hours do not tired muscles heal. My left forearm's been aching since Wednesday when I finally ventured back to the driving range after a long absence, and my legs are really aching from yesterday's pathetic 4k run. I think what I needed last night was a good long rest and not copious amounts of wine. Ah well, I'll work on sleeping earlier tonight. Fingers crossed it'd all work out well because tomorrow's going to be an exhausting day!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Alone in the Gym
I've been blessed with such a flexible lunch hour that I can take any hour any time of the day to go to the gym. Which essentially means I get to skip the peak hour at the gym and go running on the treadmill at a sane period.
That worked well for me all along until lately where I've come to realise again that running on the treadmill with nothing to distract from the pain of underused muscles is mind-numbingly dull. I used to run at the track near my house, which is one-up from the treadmill, because it actually feels like I'm moving somewhere. The treadmill however, makes me feel like some hamster in a cage running for what feels like forever in one spot. The past few days, I've been heading to the gym after work so there were lots of people and body combat classes with people yelling every now and then. I could have a little bitch session in my head about the person two treadmills down, or silently compete with the person running on the next treadmill.
Somehow when everything is silent and there isn't all that movement going on around me, time just passes oh so slowly. I become very aware of each metre I'm running and the pain felt with each step I take. I'll sit there over analysing every ache and pain and mentally willing a sudden jump in the distance run on the treadmill register (or whatever it's called). Today felt like the longest, most painful 4km run ever and I was ready to throw in the towel at 800m. I guess it didn't help that somehow over the course of the past week, I've managed to gain 2kilos. And I've been the most active the last week in ages! Anyhow, obviously the extra 2kilos weighed heavily on my mind. There was a huge battle in my head involving thoughts like 'this is really tiring because I'm lugging 2 extra kilos around with me and theoretically, even if I ran less I'm working out more because I'm packing more' and 'I have to get rid of this stupid 2 kilos of weight!' Sigh, what happened to those days where I never gained or lost weight no matter how much I ate or exercised?
Maybe this is just one of my bad days. But I am seriously contemplating just heading to the gym when it's packed with sweaty bodies. Simply because it feels just that much more interesting and to a teeny tiny extent, the run feels just that much more effortless.
That worked well for me all along until lately where I've come to realise again that running on the treadmill with nothing to distract from the pain of underused muscles is mind-numbingly dull. I used to run at the track near my house, which is one-up from the treadmill, because it actually feels like I'm moving somewhere. The treadmill however, makes me feel like some hamster in a cage running for what feels like forever in one spot. The past few days, I've been heading to the gym after work so there were lots of people and body combat classes with people yelling every now and then. I could have a little bitch session in my head about the person two treadmills down, or silently compete with the person running on the next treadmill.
Somehow when everything is silent and there isn't all that movement going on around me, time just passes oh so slowly. I become very aware of each metre I'm running and the pain felt with each step I take. I'll sit there over analysing every ache and pain and mentally willing a sudden jump in the distance run on the treadmill register (or whatever it's called). Today felt like the longest, most painful 4km run ever and I was ready to throw in the towel at 800m. I guess it didn't help that somehow over the course of the past week, I've managed to gain 2kilos. And I've been the most active the last week in ages! Anyhow, obviously the extra 2kilos weighed heavily on my mind. There was a huge battle in my head involving thoughts like 'this is really tiring because I'm lugging 2 extra kilos around with me and theoretically, even if I ran less I'm working out more because I'm packing more' and 'I have to get rid of this stupid 2 kilos of weight!' Sigh, what happened to those days where I never gained or lost weight no matter how much I ate or exercised?
Maybe this is just one of my bad days. But I am seriously contemplating just heading to the gym when it's packed with sweaty bodies. Simply because it feels just that much more interesting and to a teeny tiny extent, the run feels just that much more effortless.
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