We hit one of the weight machines for some basic pull downs and stuff, but even there I found out that I wasn’t isolating the correct muscle groups. So while I thought I knew what I was doing, it turns out there is a better way!
On to deadlifts! I love to lift, I really do and I’m looking forward to getting back to lifting the amounts I used to. I’m not going to get too upset with deadlifting 225#, but I can do better. And just like the machine, I need to work on proper form to get the most out of these.
The step-ups with the medicine balls were not my idea of a good time, but I managed to do them. I have no idea how much the medi balls weighed (I don’t ask these things, I just take what she hands me); I just know that I’m no longer 5’10” due to the severe compression of my spine! KB likes to challenge me and that all fine, great and swell. But Sometimes I just wish she didn’t have so much confidence in my abilities…LOL! (Yes, I’m kidding…sorta)
As I watched KB demonstrate what she wanted me to do on this crazy little half bouncy ball thing called a bosu ball, all I could think was, “I can handle this, I am a black belt” and I consider myself to be a relatively coordinated individual. Then I stepped on this thing and was instantly reduced to “new born calf” status. I was pretty sure I broke my ankle, blew out my knee and dislocated my hip all on the first step. Obviously I did none of the above, but it sure felt like I could have. No sense lying about it, it took me several attempts before I figured out how to keep my entire lower body from becoming a breakfast cereal (snap, crackle and pop) but I figured it out.
We used this little torture bubble for several things including but not limited to, sit-ups, bosu burpees, step-ups and my favorite, a punching bag! The sit-ups are actually sorta fun; I just have to be sure I don’t sit back so fast that I crack my head on the floor. I mean seriously, who wants to go to the hospital and try to explain how a bosu ball gave you a concussion while doing full-contact sit-ups? The burpees were also sorta fun once I figured out how not to shatter my wrists. And let’s face facts; I enjoy hitting just about anything.
We discussed what’s coming, I keep hearing this term that makes me want to cry a little, “open water swim”, I understand its coming and I’m going to have to figure it out. While the swim portion of my triathlon is short, it is not done in a pool. I have no doubt the coming workouts will continue to be challenging and fun and I’m sure there will be more days where I will question KB’s sanity based on what she’s asking me to do. Carry on!