Rhythm and balance

Woke up Thursday morning believing that I had a workout with Adam at 10 am; he woke up believing it was at 9 am.  Could have thrown the day all off.  Fortunately working with Guido had taught me early how to walk into the gym expecting time with a trainer and do a workout on my own.  His not showing up was one of us trademarks; it taught me as much as a session working with him did:  I am like Marine Recon ( I adapt, I improvise, I persevere.  thank you Gunny Highway!).

After promising to let Adam torture workout my upper body Friday afternoon, I set about that “finding my rhythm thing” today.  After cardio, I hit the floor exercise room for a variety of push-ups, planks and squats.  Stopped to visit with some friends for a minute (social time IS important) before making myself do those hateful crunches and reverse crunches, followed by a round of leg curls, leg presses and leg extensions.

I finished up the day with a challenge to myself.  There was no plyo stool available, but I needed to do side step-ups for balance.  I tested the padded bench in the free weight section and realized I could work it, if I didn’t try to step down below it too far.  Adapted my workout to the tool, (how very Gunnar of me!  and very Gunny of me too!  Is that a coincidence?), and cranked out the moves.

It felt good.  Last spring, when Guido made me do this, I fought him every step of the way.  I whined; I cried; I simply quit.  Thursday, when I finished I thought: Guido would be proud of me.  THEN QUICKLY REPHRASED THAT:  I AM PROUD OF MYSELF.

See?  Finding that rhythm one step at a time.

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