Tuesday, January 06, 2015

by the numbers

 I received three pairs of workout socks for Christmas. Contrary to what you may be thinking, this was actually a very welcome gift (in fact, I may even have purchased them myself and tucked them away in the gift closet for somebody else to wrap). My trusty old workout socks were all on their last legs. Or feet, as it were. 

In 2014, I officially worked out 172 times. Only official workouts were counted - those paid in major sweat equity down in the basement torture chamber - but each workout, even the crappy ones, were triumphantly noted with a highly satisfying (albeit sweaty) check-mark on the big kitchen calendar. I had set a goal of 15 workouts per month, so I didn't quite make it.

It was February that threw me off. February, the month in which I suffered my annual head cold (twice!), spent a week in Maui, and then returned from that hellhole with a festering blister on the bottom of my foot. Shamefacedly, I admit that I worked out a grand total of once in February.

I had been exercising four times a week with 40 minutes of cardio per time, but even that had begun slipping. And after being informed in March that my blood cholesterol level was elevated, I knew it was time to start getting serious again about my health. So along with watching my cholesterol intake (and beginning a love affair with a mostly daily bowl of large flake oats), I increased my exermacizing so that I am now at 45-50 minutes of cardio five times per week. My post workout cool-down/stretching/resistance has remained somewhat of an afterthought at 20-30 minutes per session. 

I think that's pretty decent considering I don't count other activities like walking, which I do a considerable amount of when I am travelling. Last year alone, I logged four trips to Manitoba, two to Vancouver, one to Portland and that infamous trip from hell to Maui. That's a lot of time not spent in my torture chamber. So at the risk of sounding all braggy-braggy, I am pretty proud of my track record, and more than pleased with the health and fitness results that have accompanied it. 

My fitness resolution for 2015, therefore, is to create more workout CDs. I do burn a new one every few months and now have about 70 of them, all titled somewhat chronologically. $400 Tummy Ache, for example, was made just after the SRK tried to poison herself by drinking Christmas tree water, while Woodtick Paranoia was burned shortly after a trip to the lake place, and Keep It Weird upon returning home from Portland. Stuff like that. It's just one more little trick to help keep the workouts interesting. At least to me.

What do you to to trick yourself into health?


Erik Donald France said...

Hey Barbara, seems as if we're pretty much on the same page with this stuff. I just have an iPod that's about six years old, already retro (not a Mac person except for this gifted device) . . . whatever works -- trickery, indeed!

I also have with me a small scout book with pen in case something pops into mind to make note of. I do not tend to read while working out, but rather absorb the tunes (or do they absorb me?).

Barbara Bruederlin said...

I may have to steal your notebook idea, Erik, because that is sheer brilliance. I am forever jotting things down but never think to do so while my brain is being oxygenized, which would be the ideal time. Thanks for the life hack!