stachedwalker’s BodyBlog

Yeah, I know, catchy title.  What do you expect from an engineer.  We’re not necessarily known for our originality. LOL

This was the last week of working out with my trainer.  I can’t commit to certain days right at 6pm anymore, so I’ll have to work on my own in the coming weeks and months.  Monday was back and arms with Bill (my trainer).  Thursday I did legs with him.  As a normal birthday present, Bill would give me the workout for free.  What I always asked for was forcing him to workout with me so I could be HIS ‘trainer’  There’s nothing like misery like company … and doing to your trainer what he/she does to you is the best revenge yet!  LOL  Anyway, for our last workout together it WAS a workout together.  We did squats, lunges, deadlifts, standing calf raises and wrist rolls.

A fair amount of cardio was done this week.  Tuesday night I was walking on the treadmill.  My goal was to stop at 4 miles.  That was done in 57 minutes.  A nice, slow, fat-burning workout (430 calories).  Wednesday night was 61 minutes, 30 sec on the elliptical trainer.  Now it said I used up some 750 calories, but they’re notorious for over estimating the amount of calories used.   Again, not pushing it too hard.  No workout on Friday.  Saturday was again low-speed on the treadmill … 60 minutes and 4.45 miles  (530 calories).  Today was NOT low speed.  I got on the treadmill and immediately pushed it to 5.0 mph.  At 24 minutes into it I upped the speed to 5.1 mph.  Originally my goal was to average at least 5.0 mph for the hour .. but as time went on it changed to never going below 5.0 mph.  Well, about 42 minutes into it something in my left hip went ‘pop’ and I started limping with each step.  Reducing the speed to 5.0 mph didn’t make it any better.  So, I was left with trying to push through the pain or give up.  As this is training and not a race, I chose give up.  Being within spitting distance of 50, one thing I’ve come to realize is that it takes me MUCH longer to recouperate now than it did when I was 25.  Something like this I would be fine in a couple days, decades ago.  Now if I’m not careful, it could put me back several months in my training.  No use trying to see how good my testosterone level is    I’m over that these days.   Discretion being the better part of valor, I decided to call it a day.  I was still happy with how my endurance was holding up until that moment.  There’s always next week!

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