First for the good news. My weight has started to move down again. It kind of moved between 117.5 - 118.5 for most of December and then due to lots of beer and icecream and pasta over Christmas it went up over 119. Now I'm down to 116.5 and its not an anomaly because I've had several readings of the same weight over a few days.
It feels good to be back into it. I was worried that nothing was working - I just needed to be a bit more patient. I can actually feel a change in shape too so that's good. Yay me.
So the bad news is that I nearly spewed at the gym.
On the treadmill I usually walk at 6km/hour but make every fourth minute 8.5km/hour, sometimes 9. Today I thought I'd see what 11 was like. So I put in 30 seconds at 11 and then down to 8 for 30 seconds before going back down to 6. It was a bit tough on the lungs but it was kind of fun to be able to run rather than jog. It's pretty cool just belting along.
So far so good. A few minutes at 6km/hour and I decide to repeat the exercise (pun intended). This time I crank it up to 11km/hour for 40 seconds and then drop it back down to 8. I feel stuffed, so I take it back to six and then I jump onto the side walls of the tread and take a breather. I feel unwell. I stop the tready, sit on the end of it and pretend to tie my shoe and then wander into the changerooms.
I wanted to throw up, I was dizzzy and exhausted and I felt exactly like I was in the middle of a massive night of drinking and had just thrown up in the pub toilets. So I sit on the lid of the loo with my head resting on the wall until the urge to vomit or fall over (or both!) passes. I'd only done 25 mins on the treadmill at this point and I wasn't going to leave until I'd done half an hour of SOMETHING so I put in 5 mins on the bike.
Ok, so I pushed myself harder than I could handle - if I keep at it, maybe do 20 seconds at 11 for a while and do them a bit further apart, I'll avoid the urge to throw up. That's not what freaked me out about feeling so sick.
The thing that made me angry and unhappy was that it made me feel like the fattest and least fit person in the gym. Hey, I might actually be the fattest and least fit person in the gym - but I've always been impressed with how I can do more each week and I can do a hell of a lot more this week than when I started in September. But today I just felt like some big fat slob who couldn't even walk on the treadmill without keeling over.
Yeah, I know. I wasn't walking I was belting along at a decent pace but it made me feel crappy.
Tomorrow I try again. I will include 11km/hour bursts in my cardio training but I'll space them apart a bit better. Also, I might drop the speed to 5km/hour just afterwards. I'll see how I go - it was so enjoyable to get up to that speed that I'm not going to give up on it.
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