I jumped on the scale this morning and found I’d knocked four pounds off since Monday. Then, I got back from the gym, and I guess I sweat another 2 off. Whewww! Ain’t weight loss funny? (These numbers don’t mean diddly, really).
I’m doing these really weird lifts at the gym. One’s the one-armed snatch (shuddup, beavis), which looks fairly stupid, but works lots of diverse muscles. The other is called loading (I said, shuddup, beavis!), and that involves something that looks like picking up your suitcases and throwing them into the overhead bin on the plane. What I’m doing are exercises from the back of this month’s Men’s Fitness, a magazine I don’t really endorse, except for these workouts.
Then, I jumped on the treadmill for an experiment (I see Richard leaning closer to the screen). I ran a 5K based solely on heart rate. I did it so that I had to keep my rate between 131 and 152 (which on my HRM is the 70-80% range). I ran at 6.0, but dropped to 4.2 for a fast walk when my heart went past the threshold. I’d pick up running the moment it went down below 131.
Turned out, I got 500 calories burned and a finishing time of 38:30 with what felt like minimal effort. In fact, I felt a little ashamed of how that all worked out. And yet…
Men’s Health, which I do endorse, had a little tidbit saying you should try burning 500 calories in cardio, and then challenge yourself to get there faster each time you try. At least, it made things entertaining.
The best gym in my area, by the way, also plays the best music for me. I came in to Static X, and it just went all over the place from there. : )
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