Training day - end of an era.

Well, it's Tuesday. The last Tuesday that will ever matter.  They say that the leading cause of divorce is money, and I think that is absolutely true. today I had to divorce my trainer. Because I have no money* 

(* I do HAVE money, but not in a rich-person-who-can-afford-a-personal-trainer kind of way)

We knew this day would inevitably arrive, but that doesn't make it suck any less.  It was a big decision to start training in the first place, but it was just as big a decision to stop. And a lot harder than i thought it would be. I've learned so much about myself, and so much has changed and improved in my life. and I'm gonna miss hanging out with Jason every week. Sadface.

The best scenario would be to hit the jackpot (or, you know, work really hard and get a raise), then I can train all the time whenever I want!  But for now I'm on my own and will have to finally do this by myself.  I'm hoping that I will keep this up and find ways to motivate myself now that I know stuff. 

So today I got to choose whatever I wanted to do, and somewhere in my messed up little brain I chose legs day.

So we did legs.

So much legs.

To start, the walking warmup across the   room.  then with the lobster band snug around my thighs I waddled back and forth until my glutes were on FIRE.

Then it was time to squat. Yay! I warmed up with just the bar while Jason went around collecting weights, and yelling at bad gym-goers who were slamming weights for no reason and breaking stuff

Then we added more weights and I did more squats and I worked my way up to TWO HUNDRED pounds, of course!! We had to at least get to two hundred for our last day :)

Then we wove through the free weight room to find a box and a 50lb barbell. And I did some new things. With the bar racked on my back shoulders, I did step ups on the box. Then Facing away from the box and the bar racked in front, I put one leg behind on the box for reverse lunge. That was crazy because I totally couldn't see where the box was so needed Jason to tell me how far to stand. And those are hard!!

We finished with those and made our way up front, to do a quick set of swing to goblet squat with the 45 lb blue bell of doom (remember that one time when it broke me? Seems like such a long time ago)

Speaking of breaking me, we ended with Jason pulling out two 27.5lb dumbbells. He set them on the floor with his evil smile spread uncontrollably across his face, and I knew I was about to die. For 25 jump squats. In a row. All at once. While holding 55lbs. TWENTY-FIVE jump squats!! I braced myself, jumped my little heart out, and collapsed immediately after. Like, not even playing around, my legs were SO over this.  I managed to roll around and get some feeling back in my lower half enough to stand back up. If anything just to prove that I could still stand.

Then it was time to stretch. Sad stretch. I'm gonna really miss training, it had become just a normal part of my life and now I don't get to do it at all :(

Boxing Day

Second to last training sesh for the foreseeable future. Big sadface :(

The big wedding has come and gone, so I'm giving myself a mental break from the standard overly critical microanalysis of my appearance. And I'll just have fun for a week before my last session with Jason before I'll be on my own to keep this old body in shape.

So today we just had fun and did boxing. Even though it's been a while, I think I'm getting better, and my hands did not hurt as much as last time (which hurt less than the time before...progress!)

I even managed to get at least one real hook in there, among the sea of terrible attempts. But it was fun to just punchy punch for an hour.

The jump roping not so much, but that's the price you have to pay in order to get to the fun stuff. Like an entry fee

Now I'm racing off to get to the polling place near my house before it closes! Flexing my civic rights muscles. Go vote!