Midway through a halfhearted effort at the gym, it occurred to me that I really need a gym-day plan.
- Monday: Gym
- Tuesday: Off (meetings in San Francisco)
PilatesOff (sick kid)
KickboxingGym (forgot it was Thursday, went to the gym by mistake)
KickboxingOff (by the time the boy went to bed, 8 PM class had started)
- Saturday: Gym
- Sunday: Off
As you can see, things didn’t go according to plan this week, which only made me that much more aware of my lack of a plan at the gym. I show up, do 30 minutes of cardio (typically aided by televised dramas on USA or TNT), and then move on to either the weight machines or the TRX, depending on my mood. But unlike my younger years, I don’t show up to the gym with a plan. Should I be working on legs or arms? Shoulders or abs? I’ve worked with enough professionals in my lifetime that I know what to do and how to do it, but somehow all of that knowledge escapes me the minute I’m faced with a hundred different options at the gym.
I’m debating between hiring a trainer to set up a program, or the cheaper option of working on a list and just carrying it with me. Leg day? Here are 10 different exercises. Abs? Here are six. I know this stuff, I just don’t know why I can’t implement it.
I’m also trying to pretend that I’m not six days away from my 5K. I can’t even pretend that I’m ready, and the weather is looking so bad this week that there’s not much hope of getting better before race day, assuming that race day itself isn’t a washout.
Why am I worrying about the race? After all, it’s a rehab race and I didn’t sign up for it with any expectations of being good. And yet that was before I remembered that my finishing time will forever be posted on the internet for all the world to see. I’m ok with my 30:00 time from last year’s 4th of July 5K, but I had always assumed that my next race would be marginally better… or at least close. This time I’m hoping to break 40:00, and even that’s a stretch. Oh well. At least it will give me an easy baseline to beat next time!