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.