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| Just the necessities... |
I hate the first week in January at the gym. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that many people have made the resolution to get in shape, and I hope at least half of them stick to it. What I don't like is when the majority of the treadmills are occupied by latte-sipping/cell phone talking women in velor jumpsuits. Yes, I actually go to the gym to
break a sweat drench myself in perspiration while I begrudgingly pound the rubber. My shorts rarely match my shirt and the lovely white towel my gym lets me use is caked with the day's make-up when I'm through with it.
Despite an over abundance of gym wannabies crowding the machines, I was still able to snag a spot in my favorite weight-lifting class. Although it was a tight fit and despite smashing my pinky finger with the weight from the girl's barbell behind me, I got my ass handed to me for a good hour. And it felt awesome.
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| Some sad-looking Buckeyes |
When I take this class regularly (2 times a week), I definitely feel much stronger when I run. Last fall, when I was training for the Columbus Marathon, I lifted weights on my own (i.e. did P90X whenever I felt the urge, which wasn't very often). And I paid for it come race day. Not only did I run my worst time since my marathon debut (because really, the first marathon will always be the slowest), but I felt weak during the race. Is it just me, or are real-life trainers more effective than any DVD or self-regimented exercise programs?
After my class, I whipped up a batch of
buckeyes in preparation for the Sugar Bowl tomorrow. Admittedly, this was almost more difficult than doing 100 tricep kickbacks. Perhaps I should stick to barbells and leave the Buckeyes to Coach Tressel.
