Foam rolling. It sounds ridiculous, it feels ridiculous, and you look ridiculous, but it makes everything feel so good.
I always forget that just going to the gym won’t make you stronger, fitter, or better. You have to take care of your body and muscles the rest of the time too.
Lately, I’ve been sore for days after the gym. I go back to the gym sore from the gym. I’m tired and irritable all because I don’t take care of myself.
Besides drinking more water, a great way to take care of your muscles is to stretch and foam roll.
Everything about a foam roller is ridiculous. I always have a mind block when I look at mine. I never want to lie on the ground and rub myself against a tube. It looks weird. However, rolling your back, legs, and IT band against the roller is the best feeling.
For weeks I couldn’t get my leg behind me for a hamstring stretch. I finally convinced myself to foam roam, and it was like a miracle. I’m not saying you’ll be able to do anything after you roll, but muscles and areas that you didn’t know could be tight will relax after rolling.
I’m not a doctor, or a trainer, or even a fit person, but my so-not-professional advise is: spend the $10, buy a foam roller, and roll yourself on it like the weirdo you are.
Ever know you have to do something, but it’s really hard to start that habit?
I know I have to drink more water. I know it makes my skin look better, the texture of my hands is better, and it makes me work better. Water has about a million benefits, and practically no consequences (ok, having to pee a lot, but I can work with that).
I never drink the amount of water I need. Soda tastes better. My coffee needs to be finished. Alcohol is here. So many stupid excuses to not drink water, and my body suffers.
The dark circles come out. My hands get rough. My body is weaker. My attitude is worse. The monster comes out.
Does this encourage me? Yes, for about an hour.
I guess I should set an alarm every half hour: Drink water or the monster will appear!
Does your monster come out when you don’t drink water? Let me know!
See you soon,
I normally have a trainer. A privilege that my boyfriend pays for and make me feel guilty every time I walk in the door. Most people my age can barely pay the bills, and we pay a crazy amount for someone else to plan our workouts.
This week, not so much. This week, our trainer is on vacation, and it is difficult to get to the gym and work out.
We go to a bodybuilding, big on weightlifting gym. I am not a bodybuilder. I’m not even close to a body builder.
I am an obese, lady trying to lose some weight. My BMI is 37. I have boobs. I have a butt that it so large, it screws up my bench presses. Some days the lady bar (only 35 lbs vs 45 lbs, and does it matter when I’m lifting more than 45?) feels like the heaviest thing in the world.
Sometimes I have the most confidence in the world. Everyone is so focused on their workout, they must not be paying attention to me. I’m doing well, I’m already in the gym.
Yesterday, as I was getting ready to deadlift, the entire gym moved into the room I was in, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bend down in front of a bunch of dudes pushing 300+ pounds across the room. So I went on the treadmill, where I had a panic attack and had to sit because I couldn’t breathe.
Most days, I can be strong, but yesterday was not my day. Luckily next week, the trainer is back and I can hide in his office and work on my squats.
5 sets of 5 reps- 95lb back squat
3 sets of 6 box step ups
Biked almost 2 miles in 5 minutes (inspired me to get on a bike and try biking to work)
Ran for 2 minutes, almost a quarter of a mile.
Total Gym time: 45 minutes.
See you soon,