Spaghetti Arms
Only now can I wash my hair. For the last few days it has been a struggle to bend and raise my arms far enough, they’re feeling so sore after my first session of upper-body training followed by mountain biking. So apologies to the person I sat next to on the bus from Fort William to Glasgow - I didn't mean to have greasy hair!
Last Thursday, I did my second session with Scott who I’ve hired as a personal torturer, sorry trainer. Half of my hour was spent discussing nutrition, as he pulled apart the food diary I’d kept for the past week and then calculated how much carbs, protein, and fat I should be eating daily. It looks to me like I’d put ON weight following that diet, but we’ll see.
The second half of the session was spent working my upper body. Lying face up on a bench, I raised the empty weight bar and went through the motions. That was easy. Then came the weights. Then onto the “dips” machine – (ok that’s not its name, but it allowed me to do dips with a level of compensation for weight). Finally, we came to press-ups.
“I’ll not be able to do more than twenty”, I warned Scott, thinking back to when I last did press-ups. Horror of horrors – I couldn’t do ONE! Oh how embarrassing! Eventually, and assisted by the ubiquitous ball, I found a position supporting much of my body which allowed me to do twenty, just. Girlie press-ups, how humiliating. But as Scott said, that gives me a baseline from which I ought to be able to see my improvement. I hope he’s right. As it was, riding home was wobbly because my arms were so limp it was hard to steer.
The following day I woke early, had some food, then did a four mile run along the quayside and up through town to Tiso where I bought some new trail running shoes and stuff for Liz’s Christmas present. That evening, we drove to our cottage.
Saturday was bright and clear, so once I’d worked on the house with Liz, I managed to get out on the bike (leaving her to continue working). I only have my mountain bike up North, but fortunately its currently fitted with road/hybrid tyres as I fancied a road ride. As it happened, I picked a good route, around thirty miles long which took three and a half hours (8.5mph). There was very little wind. Loch Linnhe reflected the panorama of snow capped mountains, and I road back from Kingairloch thinking “My God, what a great country to live in!”
Sunday saw more house work, the bus ride home and a session on the ball at home.
Monday I ran the two miles to work, and I’m using my lunch hour to update this blog. I’ll probably go for a slightly longer run tonight then do a ball session, hoping to see Scott for my next session on Wednesday. And yes, as I type, my arms still hurt like hell!
Last Thursday, I did my second session with Scott who I’ve hired as a personal torturer, sorry trainer. Half of my hour was spent discussing nutrition, as he pulled apart the food diary I’d kept for the past week and then calculated how much carbs, protein, and fat I should be eating daily. It looks to me like I’d put ON weight following that diet, but we’ll see.
The second half of the session was spent working my upper body. Lying face up on a bench, I raised the empty weight bar and went through the motions. That was easy. Then came the weights. Then onto the “dips” machine – (ok that’s not its name, but it allowed me to do dips with a level of compensation for weight). Finally, we came to press-ups.
“I’ll not be able to do more than twenty”, I warned Scott, thinking back to when I last did press-ups. Horror of horrors – I couldn’t do ONE! Oh how embarrassing! Eventually, and assisted by the ubiquitous ball, I found a position supporting much of my body which allowed me to do twenty, just. Girlie press-ups, how humiliating. But as Scott said, that gives me a baseline from which I ought to be able to see my improvement. I hope he’s right. As it was, riding home was wobbly because my arms were so limp it was hard to steer.
The following day I woke early, had some food, then did a four mile run along the quayside and up through town to Tiso where I bought some new trail running shoes and stuff for Liz’s Christmas present. That evening, we drove to our cottage.
Saturday was bright and clear, so once I’d worked on the house with Liz, I managed to get out on the bike (leaving her to continue working). I only have my mountain bike up North, but fortunately its currently fitted with road/hybrid tyres as I fancied a road ride. As it happened, I picked a good route, around thirty miles long which took three and a half hours (8.5mph). There was very little wind. Loch Linnhe reflected the panorama of snow capped mountains, and I road back from Kingairloch thinking “My God, what a great country to live in!”
Sunday saw more house work, the bus ride home and a session on the ball at home.
Monday I ran the two miles to work, and I’m using my lunch hour to update this blog. I’ll probably go for a slightly longer run tonight then do a ball session, hoping to see Scott for my next session on Wednesday. And yes, as I type, my arms still hurt like hell!
posted by Simon Willis at 1:43 PM
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