More Gym Memberships = Less (Effective) Working Out
As I wrote the title, I realized I never discussed my Living Social-fueled classes at NYPD. I took a chair class, which was more like advanced pole moves than remedial sexiness, although Bryn was nice. Tracy who taught the beginner climb & spin class seemed very dubious about me - the other students were definitely not beginners - until she saw me easily climb the pole. They have all sorts of class options that tickle my inner pricing dork and watching the instructors is often worth the price of admission, but Julian thinks I don't have a month or two to obsess about learning how to wiggle my butt sexily so.
I'm in the middle of a month's membership (via Living Social as well) to Crunch. It's almost as fun as I expected. I described it the other day as David Barton Gym for women. I love the 2 dance classes I've been to (Aero House and Strip Bar), although I'm bemused that even in the Red Velvet class, the focus is on sexy, rather than strong or capable. I bought my first Crunch deal a few years ago to try their climbing wall (which is polished plastic) and their acro-yoga classes, which were sold out. They've improved their class reg system so you can sign up online, which helps a lot, as does being unemployed. I still haven't been to acro-yoga, but the Red Velvet class was supposed to be a dance class using silks. It was nice to do silks and it's amazing how many cool things you can do with a 8' silk - hooks, little drops. The instructors are very good, much better than NYSC in NY. However, Ultimate Conditioning turned out to be metcon rather than strength and while I daresay Energy Ride was good for me, I found I didn't care and just stopped trying during class, which probably irritated the instructor. Like I said, I have another week to go (before I leave on vaca), but I already feel like I got my $39 worth, even before I go to my included personal training session.
Last weekend, I went to Julian's on Friday night for meatball subs and rum. Sat morning, he filled out the unemployment paperwork that was stressing me out and took me to Short Hills mall to hunt for an interview suit. The gals at Corporette lurv Nordstrom, but nothing they had was stylish -- or fit. I tried on Ted Baker, Tom Ford, and Giorgio Armani at Neiman Marcus, with only somewhat better results. I think my shoulders are now past the normal range. I'm particularly bummed about Ted Baker not fitting, as the price and style were perfect. I have no idea where I'm going to find an appropriate suit.
Sat night, I got a call from GMac saying he was too sick to run the race he'd talked me into running in the boonies of NJ, aka the point of the weekend. I've flaked on him enough in the past that I can't really get mad, but still. Ultimately, Julian and I decided to get up at DST-adjusted 6am to drive to Highland Park for the race. I thought I was well-trained - I've only been running twice a week, but one of those was always a long-run, the last of which was 10mi - and I was tapered, so I thought I should be able to break 2hrs, considering I'm trying to break 2hrs on a half marathon this year. I'm not sure if I went out too fast - my first (gun time) 5K was 29:11 - or if I wasn't well-rested (sleep-wise), but my third and fourth 5K were just under 33min a piece. *sighs* Fortunately I eked out just enough of a win over Julian's 5K time to not eat dinner from a bowl on the floor (although now I'm dying to know what he was going to make me). The best part of the day was our adorable, new, lavender hats and playing Clue and eating pizza with his kid.
Bbro got into Crossfit, thanks to the 4-hr body, and is nagging me to join him. I will, but I'm worried that I'll just annoyed one day that someone is making me do unpleasant things. I feel like I've lost fitness over the past few months, even when I was doing my " things I hate" workouts. I have no idea where to go from here, although I bet Julian would tell me it's okay to not work out if I'm job hunting. I just wish I was getting enough traction to make getting fat worth it.
I'm in the middle of a month's membership (via Living Social as well) to Crunch. It's almost as fun as I expected. I described it the other day as David Barton Gym for women. I love the 2 dance classes I've been to (Aero House and Strip Bar), although I'm bemused that even in the Red Velvet class, the focus is on sexy, rather than strong or capable. I bought my first Crunch deal a few years ago to try their climbing wall (which is polished plastic) and their acro-yoga classes, which were sold out. They've improved their class reg system so you can sign up online, which helps a lot, as does being unemployed. I still haven't been to acro-yoga, but the Red Velvet class was supposed to be a dance class using silks. It was nice to do silks and it's amazing how many cool things you can do with a 8' silk - hooks, little drops. The instructors are very good, much better than NYSC in NY. However, Ultimate Conditioning turned out to be metcon rather than strength and while I daresay Energy Ride was good for me, I found I didn't care and just stopped trying during class, which probably irritated the instructor. Like I said, I have another week to go (before I leave on vaca), but I already feel like I got my $39 worth, even before I go to my included personal training session.
Last weekend, I went to Julian's on Friday night for meatball subs and rum. Sat morning, he filled out the unemployment paperwork that was stressing me out and took me to Short Hills mall to hunt for an interview suit. The gals at Corporette lurv Nordstrom, but nothing they had was stylish -- or fit. I tried on Ted Baker, Tom Ford, and Giorgio Armani at Neiman Marcus, with only somewhat better results. I think my shoulders are now past the normal range. I'm particularly bummed about Ted Baker not fitting, as the price and style were perfect. I have no idea where I'm going to find an appropriate suit.
Sat night, I got a call from GMac saying he was too sick to run the race he'd talked me into running in the boonies of NJ, aka the point of the weekend. I've flaked on him enough in the past that I can't really get mad, but still. Ultimately, Julian and I decided to get up at DST-adjusted 6am to drive to Highland Park for the race. I thought I was well-trained - I've only been running twice a week, but one of those was always a long-run, the last of which was 10mi - and I was tapered, so I thought I should be able to break 2hrs, considering I'm trying to break 2hrs on a half marathon this year. I'm not sure if I went out too fast - my first (gun time) 5K was 29:11 - or if I wasn't well-rested (sleep-wise), but my third and fourth 5K were just under 33min a piece. *sighs* Fortunately I eked out just enough of a win over Julian's 5K time to not eat dinner from a bowl on the floor (although now I'm dying to know what he was going to make me). The best part of the day was our adorable, new, lavender hats and playing Clue and eating pizza with his kid.
Bbro got into Crossfit, thanks to the 4-hr body, and is nagging me to join him. I will, but I'm worried that I'll just annoyed one day that someone is making me do unpleasant things. I feel like I've lost fitness over the past few months, even when I was doing my " things I hate" workouts. I have no idea where to go from here, although I bet Julian would tell me it's okay to not work out if I'm job hunting. I just wish I was getting enough traction to make getting fat worth it.