Sleep and Intervals

I expect this post will be rambling, disjointed and incoherent, like all the rest.

I had trouble falling asleep last night - not good. So I'm trying to get through the day with four and a half hours sleep. I should be a joy :-)

IronMan and I get to the gym at the same time. We're still trying to figure out exactly which Zumba class we can take and are currently leaning towards Monday. IronMan is on night two of little sleep, so I spent most of the time making sure there was always something between us, like goodMood in case he had some sort of wickedWoman type meltdown.

I grab a recombinant and do a forty five minute interval workout 7/11 trying to keep my focus and actually work during the work interval, dimly recalling something the spin teacher said when she wasn't moaning pushhh pullll like some porno director about maintaining focus during these things. My mind does... wander. So during the work interval I'd try and jack the HR up there and during the rest gasp and try and get the HR back down. Three minute intervals for each I think.

Just as I was coming off the third to the last work interval awesomeGirl comes over and joins me on the other recombinant. I'm looking at her with bleary resignation, "I can't make it, give me the oil!"

It takes her a second but then she gets it and laughs. awesomeGirl is reporting good things from olive oil and partakes of extra virgin oil. She says she's dropped two pounds! She's made tireTosser a hero in her book, as if that wont go straight to his head, he'll probably show up at the gym wearing a cape.

Can anyone tell me what an extra virgin is? It probably be good knowledge should we ever need to make some sort of sacrifice to an angry god. Hey, it could happen!

On the second to the last interval right at the peak of pain and oxygen deprivation IronMan swims into view in front of me. He's asking me something but I'm feeling kinda anaerobic somewhere around zone 4.1 I think. I can't hold a conversation and apparently can't understand one either.

He wanders off to play with his balls.

Um ... I might have phrased that poorly. IronMan's stunt of the week is to get two large stability balls of the same size and a bench (there's always a bench apparently). He then puts his toes on the bench and his hands on the stability balls and tries to do a push-up. He's struggling with it so I'm not about to try, yet. IronMan is working on variations now, trying to get the right combination between ball size and bench. A maniac, I assure you.

Bubbles is about, dragging quietGuy around for more of some routine. I finish up on the bike and just stagger around for thirty or so waiting for ABS. It was a good workout for me. I do some stretches and need to ask Bubbles about some lower back exercises but have to wait until after class. She's a busy one, as usual.

ABS was plank city. Those things are tough and I was employing a technique my son taught me of dogging it when Bubbles back was turned.

J-TOSRV RATTED ME OUT!

Oh, J-TOSRV I blog you lonnnngggggg time!

Just

You

Wait!

:-)

Frankly I deserved it and the only other thing that was funny was Bubbles didn't have her own stability ball so when we were entering the traditional nightmare part of ABS (about five minutes left) I got up saying, "I'll get you a ball Bubbles, I'll be back in ten minutes!"

Oh My Gosh if you could have seen her face! I'm about five steps to the door and she's glaring at me and sputtering while pointing at my mat trying to say, "Get your ass OVER HERE" but in a nice way (Bubbles lacks the typical gym potty-mouth I've heard from other gym rats). I'll probably take that image to my grave when I need a smile.

After class she showed me a standing superman and the correct way (no wonder they were easy, I was doing them wrong :-)) to do a pelvic tilt to exercise the muscles that need it.

Have a great day - also I think there's a FunRun! today instead of tomorrow but don't have the time yet.