I beat the crap out of someone at the dungeon for an hour. Does that count? :|

10mi
 

Yesterday....
 

I have been good at remaining faithful to go for brief walks in the community, right here at home or to the doctor's office or to go get groceries, stuff like that.

But I've also, since two days ago, been able to go by myself by car (I drove for the first time and I did well, so glad for that), and have my sister-in-law (BFF) trim my hair up just a skosh, and I attended, briefly, an film night at another long time friends' house, for about an half hour yesterday. I stopped by an bakery and bought an ice cream cake to take to the film night, visited briefly and then drove home.... via the beautiful backroads back to my place.



This coming week, my sister-in-law goes to visit her mother in Idaho, so I'll get all kinds of up and down exercise by babysitting the family pets. They keep me busy, so I count all the pet sitting as intense exercise. Because it is.


I just want to say to our group of exercisers here, that all of you inspire me with your commitment to exercise in some shape or form. It helps me so much and inspires me to know that each one of you puts in an effort to remain and maintain your own mobility. I still face challenges each day, but I remain committed to putting in an effort toward my own recovery, mobility wise.

Greco? Good Luck with your NYC marathon in November!

CCB? Beating the heck out of anything sounds like an tremendous effort to me, so you're an winner, for real.

Gemme? Ya gotta do what ya gotta do, even if it's taking a break from the tremendous physical activity you already put in at work. I am proud of you.

NYC? I'll never be an size Zero, and I hope you will never be an size Zero. You have a boat load of love for the world and that's the biggest exercise I know of. Thanks always for sharing about your locker room, gym experiences. They're vital, to me.

Sending good JuJu to everyone,
--K. :)
:bunchflowers::blueheels:

First Sunday in Nov
 

Thank you Kätzchen for your caring post.
You are doing terrific and show great
strength in all your efforts to heal.

I do want to say that I'll not be running in
this year's NYC marathon. Actually, was
sharing with nycfem that her gym mate
Taylor's guy interest was incorrect, he said
that NYC marathon is in December.

NYC Marathon is on the first Sunday in November.
Thank you for the well wishes, my goal date
is for NYC Marathon in 2019.

Greco

1 hour on the treadmill watching Netflix (parks and recreation) and vacuumed and mopped

I relocated logs from my backyard to the front near the road. I did nothing to damage those little upset discs in my back. I don't know how many calories I burned but sweated for hours. Oh, I feel certain securing tow-strap grunts count a lot ... a whole, whole lot!
LOL!
;)

I did 50 minutes on the stairmaster. Levels 5,4,3,2,1 x 2 min x 4 sets, then 1 set of 4,3,2,1. Happy to be able to make progress. Sometimes it also depends on how I feel that day. I watched a very enjoyable film on Hulu "Dinner with Beatriz" so that helped keep me engaged. Watching something that doesn't bore me is half the battle.

I did not really see anyone besides Miriam. She was waltzing around naked. Nice to see someone short, chubby, and elderly being comfortable in her body. When I originally met her I had asked if she was retired. Hardly. She's, if you recall, directing cabarets and teaching, with a documentary being made about her. She wore a pretty rain hat the other day, bright red, and I complimented her on it and she said, "I was once told that if you have attractive rain wear, you will be less upset when it rains." Love her.

There were two fellas on the two stairmasters chatting as they used them, so I kinda figured this was a tea party I was not going to be able to interrupt anytime soon.

Warily I went to the Matrix ClimbMill. I HATE that it's called a climbmill, way too hampsterish and just silly! But mostly I hate that it's not the Stairmaster because it doesn't fit me as well. I think Stairmasters are good for short people.

I did 40 minutes on the ClimbMill. My heart rate was like upper 150's- low 160s. I did levels 5-1 but mainly stayed at 3. As usual, I felt like I was on a bucking bronco. Also I was next to a farter on one side and a perfumer on the other side! Ladies, sweating brings out your perfume- just stop! You'd think the perfume would cancel out the farting but it doesn't work that way, at least not on a ClimbMill. Oh boy. Like life isn't hard enough on a ClimbMill.

Still I persevered, finishing the really good Mike White movie on Hulu "Dinner with Beatriz" and then starting Hulu's "Darknet" a doc on drug trade on the internet which I abandoned because I found it boring. Then I started Hulu's "Tabloid" a doc on some eccentric woman (not me), which I also found boring but I was too preoccupied managing myself on the ClimbMill to check out yet another show.

It was after seven on a weeknight, and the gym was packed! Sometimes I like it in a certain way when the gym is packed. It makes me feel like I'm in the right place. Sometimes when I'm there and others are not I'm confused about whether I should be somewhere else in life at that moment. Like, where are the other humans and should I be doing what they're doing too?

I tried to pass by Judith on the way out pretending not to see her because I was just so sweaty and heated from that ClimbMill but she yelled out "Jenny!" to my back, which made me feel special because it meant she was not going to let me pass without conversating.

Even though I've casually diagnosed Judith as being on the spectrum, I STILL find her a mystery. I'm STILL intrigued by her sexuality and might even find a way to ask a bit about it. Tonight I reviewed her background with her, which we've talked about, but I wanted to hear it again. She is from Hong Kong; she went to college in Canada, majored in math; went to law school in New York City; worked in finances for companies; now works for herself trading stocks. Trading stocks? Fascinating! She just sits at her little laptop and trades stocks! I don't even know what the fuck that means! Go Judith!

Judith doesn't understand why I don't eat more of my meals at the gym. She looks at me like I'm crazy to go home to eat, even for dinner! She tends to have soup at the gym cafe or to bring it into the couch/t.v. area of the locker room. I would never eat my meals at the gym! Maybe a bar here and there but... Hmmm, maybe it's fun to eat at the gym :eatinghersheybar:

Happy exercising, friends!

NYC femme you sure do have an interesting gym! Feel bad for Taylor...

I've been struggling to get real exercise in. I do not like paying for gym membership in the summer when I should be outside so mine is on hold now. But it's been in the upper 90s and humid as all get out for weeks or just thunder storms and the route I take to bike to/from work is closed with construction all week this week. There are other routes I could take but they are full of pot holes and traffic wise they are very not bike friendly routes and I don't feel safe on them. So I've been using small weights at home and doing stuff like holding plank, push ups, squats, etc. Thankfully I'm on my feet a lot during the day and usually walk 3-4 miles while at work.

I did a quick 30 minutes on the stairmaster. I still haven't found a new show to watch (that I like). But I will. I have Hulu, Netflix, and Amazon Prime and almost entirely watch documentary/reality with the occasional exception. I really hope I don't have to go back to Toddlers and Tiaras. Just kill me now.

The perfect mother and daughter were on ellipticals next to each other, and a smile was exchanged when I arrived and one when I left. The perfect mother told me the other day that she is thinking of writing a book about how to... it was something like "be perfect" but with more spiritual phrasing! I told her I would buy it! I would!

I did an evening work-out of 50 minutes on the stairmaster. It was one of those times where it is so easy! For the first time I did my pattern of two minutes each of levels 5,4,3,2,1 five times! It felt really good to feel progress. It may have been in part that I was watching a very engrossing documentary called "Allison" on Netflix. It was about (no spoilers included) a woman who experiences significant trauma in her childhood, and just kind of revisits the people involved and explores her adulthood. If a doc is done well, it can be about anything! The only bad part is that it was only one hour, so now I must find another show or movie to watch :).

I saw the Perfect mother and daughter blowdrying their hair when I arrived. I pretended not to see them, because I didn't feel like chatting. They always blowdry their hair while wearing thongs.

When I got back to the locker room, there were two women I had not seen before or who I just didn't recognize. One of them was blowdrying her hair, and the other came up to her and asked her to zip her dress. She was very apologetic about interrupting her. She kept saying, "I'm so sorry. Thank you." Then the apologetic, now zipped woman walked to her locker. The woman blowdrying her hair said to the apologetic woman, "That reminds me of my favorite Arabic curse!" Then the blowdrying woman ran up to the zipped woman and started to whisper. As soon as I saw the blowdrying woman running, I ran over too, pretending to look in the mirror and style my hair (as if). However, the whispering was successful because I did NOT get to hear the favorite Arabic curse! I wanted to ask the blowdrying woman but it was not that type of party. It must have been shocking because the zipped woman gasped. The blow-drying woman said, "Funny, right?" The zipped woman agreed but seemed uneasy. I left so frustrated because I wanted to hear the shocking Arabic curse. I googled, "the Arabic curse" but it only yielded two guys on Youtube making jokes. Story of my life :byebye:

Today was a debut of my new avo-cardio t-shirt (a shirt with an avocado working out). I only got one compliment but I think maybe it wasn't the right day for compliments :mohawk:.

I did 40 minutes on the stairmaster while watching "Afflicted" on Netflix (doc series on people with very difficult illnesses). I'm planning to watch the series if I can take it. It's so sad.

Then I took a break to take selfies of myself in my avocado t-shirt. If you are on my FB you can check them out :D. That took a long time because a good selfie means a lot of deletions of bad shots :jester:.

Then I did 10 minutes on the stairmaster to get my heart rate back up for weight lifting (Pattern: Levels 5,4,3,4,5 x 2 min. each).

Then I did 30 minutes of weights, floor exercises, and stretching.

Saturday night at the gym, a pleasure :cigar2:.

1 hour on the treadmill i am up to 3.5 mi over 7500 steps 385 cal

I arrived at the gym about 7 and saw the perfect mother blowdrying her hair. She's a pharmaceuticals consultant, and so I asked her a question about the generic of my anti-depressant. She was very nice and helpful about it. Then we ended up talking for a long time. She said that she and a friend are going to be running an experimental skype class on her philosophy of life. She did not phrase it that way but told me she has a "heavy spiritual practice" that has cured her of multiple ills (an eating disorder, an alcohol problem, and I guess whatever else). And now she's presumably perfect (I say that not literally.). I was intrigued and said I'd consider it. I tend to start and then drop out of stuff like that, so I felt reticent to get in a weird gym relationship, one that could get awkward, with someone I see so often. At the same time, she does have a glow about her. I told BB when i got home, and BB said, "I think you have enough of a glow. I don't know that I want you glowing too much more." Teehee. I think BB is skeptical.

After we spent all this time talking, I worked out by doing 30 minutes on the stairmaster while continuing with the Netflix show, Afflicted (doc series on chronically ill folks). Then I did 30 minutes on the weight floor.

My elderly pal, Miriam, was in the locker room both when I arrived and when I left. She said, "I'm so lazy today." I asked her what she'd done here (at the gym), and she said with a smile, "I washed my hair." She's a cutie.

Happy exercising, friends! Hmmm... To take the class in order to be perfect or to remain imperfect. That is always the question.

Yesterday was a good early morning bike ride- 15 miles. Then good long walk with my spouse for pokemon go community day which was a riot. Bunch of zombies chasing pokemon at a city park. I got to pet lots of puppies and we walked maybe 3 miles?