Monday, February 26, 2007


Yowzer I am going to be sore tomorrow. We did 400 squats at boot camp tonight and attempted 400 pushups (some people did it, but I'm not quite that fantastic yet). It seemed impossibly hard, yet I did it. First we did a quick run, then we came back and started alternating pushups/squats. 25 pushups. 25 squats. 10 pushups. 25 squats. 15 pushups. 20 pushups. 25 squats. And on. And on. And on.

It was ridiculous. And I thought I was going to yuke about an hour into class. It's weird, I've worked out really hard before. I've run sprints and done suicides and pushed my heart rate to the max. I've never puked from working out before. There have been times when I thought I was going to, but I never have.

Tonight was different though. My heart rate wasn't that high, because we had rest periods between sets in order to let our muscles relax a little. But that pukey feeling came on strong - probably stronger than I've ever felt before. My theory is that I was using those big muscles - my quads and my pecs, more than I ever have in one sitting and those muscles were dumping something into my system that made me want to barf. Maybe it was lactic acid. Or maybe it was toxins that built up in my body after a day or two of rest. Maybe this is all bullshit and I was nauseous because the apple I ate for a snack was bad or I'm on my period or any number of reasons, but it was gross.

I came home knowing I need protein, but I just couldn't stomach the idea of chicken or cottage cheese or anything like that. I ended up making a smoothie with frozen berries, fat free yogurt and some protein powder. Along with my smoothie I had a piece of wheat bread with peanut butter and honey. Some protein, some fat, and some fast acting carbs to replenish those glycogen stores I lost while working out. Wow, sometimes I can't get over how much I know about exercise and nutrition. You'd think I'd be skinny by now right?

I still don't feel great, but I'm hoping it's nothing a good night's sleep can't fix.

In other news, I loved the Oscars last night. Especially Marky Mark W. Is he a smokin' hot fox or what? He's come a long way since that funky bunch. I was also pleasantly surprised to see that most of the women up there weren't all skin and bones. Just some of them. Could it be that Hollywood is making progress?

1 comment:

Kim said...

How weird is it that as much as I hate to work out, I am strangely jealous of the pain you are going through? I am really really proud of you for putting the time in at boot camp. You go girl!