All posts filed under: workouts

Back to square two

I still remember my snowboard instructor, when he said to us Can you see how difficult it is to get back up again? Yeah? So don’t fall!, and oh, it is so true. This can also be applied to getting back into fitness. Can’t you see how much it hurts to start again? Yeah? So don’t stop! As you know, it’s been months since my last incursion into a gym, or even the last time I laced up my running shoes. I’ve put on weight (being ill and low on energy results in sleeping a lot, and feeling a bit crappy overall results in over-eating, so you do the maths) and I’ve lost all strength and sense of achievement. When I told my friend Oummou about doing a professional photo shoot together, and she challenged me to be beach body ready for it, my first reaction was to think it was never really going to happen. I decided to get going, and then I got sick again. Ha! OK, let’s try this again… A very …

Running is almost here

It’s only a couple of days until the 5k Race for Life in Battersea, and I couldn’t be any less ready. If I remember correctly (and I think I do, but don’t quote me on it), the last time I went for a run was before my snowboarding trip back in March. Even then, I think it had been a few days before then (maybe a week?). Now, it’s June and I’ve become a couch potato once again. Dangit! Every time I think back to the half marathon, I think it was both an achievement and my doom. For some reason, I think it put me off running for a while. I know that was over a year ago, but I know running has never been the same since then. For a while, I was too tired or over-run to get back on the treadmill, and after, I don’t know, it’s been injuries and stuff. I haven’t found my mojo yet. When I signed up for this run, I barely thought about it. I’ve taken …

London skyline

Over 44600 steps in three days

Remind me to not do a weekend like this one ever again… At least not if I want to rest and be able to feel my legs. This weekend has been mental. I have the feeling Friday was years ago, not just a couple of days earlier. My shifts at the charity house were very quiet, which I’m thankful for. No fires, no burglaries, and no hospital emergencies of any kind. On Friday, I did my workout (I brought my dumbbells to the house, which sounds a bit stupid, but hey, I needed them), and it was brutal. It was, simply put, hardcore. There was one circuit, to be done four times (if I remember well) and it included burpees, and wall sits, and plank rows, and many other painful exercises… for 45 minutes. On Saturday morning, I left the house at 10.30am or so, and went to have a walk. I was meeting Sean for lunch at 1pm, so I had plenty of time. I walked by the river to London Bridge, and then …

Drop it like a squat!

The week is almost over, at least for me, since I’m off on Friday, and as usual, I’m busy (I book the day off because I needed it, and I’m actually considering working for a few hours, type of busy). The week started with rushing to catch the happy train. I almost missed it, but managed to reach my carriage just as the doors were opening (to be fair, I could have always jumped in a different carriage anyway). As it’s becoming customary, I was busy at work. Yesterday was chaotic. I spent my morning travelling across London to go to the hospital for an appointment (spoiler, I’m still not done and have to go two more times at least), and then hurrying back to the office, before going out again for a meeting (which was a bit of a waste of time, but that’s a different story). Today has been very busy at work (can you start to see a pattern here?), as we’re trying to finalise two events, and time is pressing. I …