It’s another week and so that means it’s back to the gym. Not being able to use the gym at weekends, given that it’s in my office building, is a bit of a pain in the arse. It means that I have to fit all my gym training in around the normal 5 day week where I would normally prefer to take 6 days over it, including a day to clear up anything that was missed.
It does, however, allow for easy twice a day training sessions, which is what happened today, but first, to yesterday.
I was still feeling pretty rough yesterday following on from the weekends exertions, so it was with a heavy head that I finally made it to the gym after work for a chest and triceps session. I’ve been working on my training though, trying to come up with new and interesting ays to make sure I hurt in the morning, so yesterday I ditched the standard 5 sets of 6 or 8 approach and went for something a little different; steadily increasing reps across three sets with the same weight (so 6 then 8 then 10 reps in 3 sets) super setting with another exercise for the same body part.
I have to say it felt great when I was in the gym and doing it, I was failing pretty much on the last rep of every exercise but this morning when I woke up I didn’t feel a thing. They do say that the recovery pain is worse after two days though, and I’m already starting to feel my chest go this evening.
Today was a planned lunchtime run followed by legs and back in the gym. I have to say that I very nearly didn’t make the run outside, largely because it was so bloody cold today and I hadn’t taken enough layers, but when the time came I just couldn’t bring myself to run on the treadmill. So, I cadged a shirt off of the gym staff so that I would have something to wear for evening training and headed off with my extra layer to go outside.
Now, seeing as the run had been resurrected I was feeling pretty good, until I got to the top of the first hill and realised my lungs were burning in the freezing air. Still I stuck with it and eventually was planning ever longer, more ornate routes. Eventually I ended up running 5 miles, not too bad for a lunchtime, the damn thing just wouldn’t die.
The evening session was a nie legs and back hit. I will be revisiting back later in the week and I didn’t want to wail too hard on my legs seeing as I have at least one more run planned before the weekend, so I didn’t go overly crazy in the gym but working legs always hurts me in the morning, so we shall have to see.
