Fitness Update

For the last two months or so, I have been going hardcore. We have new trainers here at work, and with all due respect to our former trainer, they are awesome. They changed our old Boot Camp class to one called HEAT, which basically feels like an hour of preseason sports drills. It's both strength building and aerobic at once. It is a killer workout, plus the abs excercises we do are so hard that I can rarely finish them. I have already noticed a difference with this class over the old one.

Along with that I also asked one of them to update my lifting plan based on my goals. She has me doing an 8 week cutting followed by 8 week bulking plan. I have been working hard with that and trying to lift and or go to class 4 days a week. I have already moved up in a lot of the lifting categories, and I'm back to tracking my body fat % regularly. As of last month I was at 15.2% which was almost a 1% drop from the previous month (the new trainers do the test differently than the last one so that is why the numbers may seem odd to regular readers. I figure if it's consistantly done the same way and is going down then I will be happy with that). I'm sticking to 2500 calories a day based on some advice I got from a nutrionist, because at 2000 I risked burning up the muscle I was building along with the fat. It will take longer this way to get under 10% but it will be better in the long run.

Now if I can just be patient.....

Ankle Bites

In the past 6 weeks I have managed to roll both my ankles badly enough to not be able to run on them and although they happened in very different situations, there were some eery similiarities.

The first was during a soccer match in the middle of june. I went up for a header and came down and rolled my right ankle pretty badly. I have hurt this ankle a few times before so I chalked it up to it being weak and giving way too easily because of that.

Last night I was upstairs in the teen area playing games with the kids and goofing around. We were playing volleyball with one of those huge rubbery balls they sell at walmart that are about the size of a beach ball. I was trying to think of new and inventively goofy ways to hit the ball back to make the game more interesting. I had kicked it, punched it, bounced it off of the halogen lights, etc. Well that last one wasn't on purpose....

So then I decided to head one back. I'm sure you can see where this is going. First of all I owe little Samuel an apology because I stole a ball that was intended for him. One of the girls threw one over for him to hit and in the instant that the ball was in the air I must have decided that the ball was too high for him or something because I picked that instant to go for my header. I jumped from behind him and hit a nice header over the net and then in an effort to land without hitting Samuel, I rolled my left ankle. It made some nasty popping sounds and is still pretty sore today but it didn't swell and doesn't really hurt to walk on so I think it isn't too bad.

I guess I got what I deserved for stealing a ball from a 4 year old. It just stinks because last week I finally got to start going back to my class from the last ankle injury and now I'm out again. I can still lift, which I will do, it's just a bit frustrating. Hopefully this time it will be fine in a week or so.

Oh well.....